Hmmm...
sometimes i feel that i have lost that lil' bit of eccentricness that i love so much. Far too often i feel that i am joining in a herd of humanity that i don't care all that much for. I am far from normal but complacency drags me into its world and i lose what it means to be me...
But maybe i am just running around in my mind, searching in corners for lost toys that were once so novel but have grown dusty thru time. Why would i want to play with those? Why don't i go out and buy myself a new wardrobe? A new life?
cuz i like the old one i guess.

Unknown "flankers" Ferocious - 16 years, 8 months, 2 days ago

Today...
I am anger
i take no more shit
i tell it like it is...
so don't ask me anything today.
Unknown "flankers" Ferocious - 16 years, 8 months, 3 days ago

How i fucked u

soft,
my tongue lazing in ur ear
hard,
ur hair clasped in my red fist
decietful,
a promise of tomorrow unfufilled
abandoned,
alone on the tattered sheets u lay
tears,
cascading over remanents of our sex

please,
i am facing away
fuck me too
Unknown "flankers" Ferocious - 16 years, 8 months, 3 days ago

hmmmm...
Guess its been awhile so i should write something. But what my friends, what? should i write tales of love lost? tales of the hunter becoming the hunted? Tales of a fragile heart mending then growing hard and tearing into each new soul with vengence? Or maybe a lil' happiness? LOL...no such thing as a happy ending my friends! The closest we'll ever get is death.
Unknown "flankers" Ferocious - 16 years, 8 months, 4 days ago

olympia & brown ale


& so in our repulsion we scream
no to paradise, no to Christmas & none of that blasphemous sunshine,
all we truly want is
the devil, sweet sex in station wagons & buses,
candles in Mexico with drugs & women,
the wonderment of seventeen & alcohol with gnomes
in winter & spring,
used record stores playing drums on beanbags.

oh but the true beauty lies in green goblets filled
with bounty of incredible love with one glance
in a bar over hamburgers, soup, juice & the ever crisp
voice of blues crooning out our depression of crashing hopes.

so we cast out our lines & taste the sweat of the 200 Pd marlin off the coast
of the Florida Keys sailing our bicycles built from swindling girls
of pretty pink dreams & unremarkable Valentines
Unknown "flankers" Ferocious - 16 years, 8 months, 18 days ago