

Mauna KeaThe first time my brother shoots a 12 gauge, he falls into the silversword dust high up at Pohakuloa. Frost on the ground at 7 a.m., and the smell of metal.Mauna Kea
The butt of a shotgun is foreign to him, blunt wood against blunt bone and the pang inside when the round goes marching off. It sounds
as if the September earth is pulling
him deep inside.
Mauna Kea looms, above his prostrate body limp limbs and a grin, the mountain goats clatter and the Francolin heckles from the underbrush.
Low on the ground, dusty and cold, he slides up, hea


I want to grow up againI want to grow up again but this time with you, watch your eyelashes become fans and your jaw strong, or square.I want to grow up again
I'd like to have felt your pulse when you fell in love with the first girl and how you quivered when
she kissed, quietly.
I'd like to have held your hand underneath the blankets, as if you were my brother and I was very scared of being alone.
I could have seen your face when you touched the skin of a centipede, three inches long on the south wall.
I would like to grow up again and put my feet in miniature sho
you were featured on my last news : "the longest cupcakes features news ever!!!"
i workd really hard! come and see, here: [link]
have a nice day!
--
.
.
happy summer
just haven't really been motivated or inspired.
i usually work best when i find a beautiful boy as my muse, haha.
--
[kmw]
as it was meant to be - bokonon (vonnegut's cat's cradle)
thank you
--
I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving.
Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!
Acta est fabula...
Previous Page12Next Page