Whew you guys are going to be exhausted with pictures.
Going FL soon.
Love you guys.
-Evan


can't talk about this nowI guess I didn’t mean to say it with such credit-card flat wordscan't talk about this now
and suction cupped hands over metal-heavy eyes. Often, I lock myself in bathroom stalls so I don’t say things I will regret.
You paint a decimal point between your lungs as you count the wheezes in your oxygen, then put your foot beneath my heartbeat. We are dying more today, bury your nose into the wound but do not lick.
Liquid falls by the gallon. Some things like my ears feel inadequate. Why don’t you why don’t you why don’t you let me pick up the mouse poison and take it to bed, maybe then we c


love looks better on paperI hung my eyelids until they rustedlove looks better on paper
on iron hooks, I can hear God
lick the blood, He glued angels to my soles and set me on my way.
You read my corneas
three hundred and twenty seven times, I can feel you peel back decay and hold a glowstick to my skull
when I really need headlights and five vowls
to split tree trunks in half. We walk miles between telephone cables, hold you lip lines upto my pores, tell my tendons something
new, tell it with your pulse-sighs, with your wrist bones
with your knee caps that can open doors. I'll cough it up
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Author of "La Soliste"
Chapter One: [link]
Chapter Two: [link]
Member of Poetry Battle
sorry for the late appreciation
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Somewhere far along this road
She lost her soul
To a man so heartless
How could you be so heartless?
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I shall slip unnoticed through the darkness...like a dark, unnoticeable slippy thing.
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Life is a disease: sexually transmitted and always fatal.
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