Call me kole
I'm as lousy as I am brilliant.
MY JOURNAL IS FRIENDS ONLY (surprise!)
but I'll happily add you if you drop me a comment.
I'm sure we'll have something in common :)
"Oh holy grace,
They made love to your face with a boxcutter,"
Tied with barb wire and guitar string
To a junkie's soiled boxspring
You were thankful for those gym socks stuffed in your mouth.
'Cause the blood soaked through the tissue
When your teeth broke, when he hit you
You denied him the pleasure he gets when you scream
all of my writing is open to the dirty, filthy public. all my journal entries are open to my dirty, filthy friends. add me. we'll chat. it'll be grand.
This map lies. I'm actually in the desert. By the coast. I'll probably die when the San Andres finally cracks.