fill my current niche

In adapting, animals fill niches as a survival mechanism. Thier habitat is compromised, so habits, even physiological attributes are modified. The smaller creature grows a bit to eat the larger insects that his "neighbor's" growing population hasn't monopolized.
And so it is. that we fill a niche. If even for a moment for different things and different people.

Just leave me your residue please.
I'm collecting.

"fuck all yall" pre-party prep

I listen to his preaching
"scraping through my head till I don't want to sleep anymore."
his chords, his lips, his brows
dark and brilliantally painted

"this thing is slowly taking me apart"
letting it fall like the towel around me

"just a fading fucking reminder of who i used to be"
my mouth mouths.. rising.. breathing.. leaving.

oh, little girl....

stroke me with your lies
bathe me with milken honey
I feel the everything...
heavy drop drips at my navel
thickened layered covered lips
a trembled finger strums
bends and crooks
to a beat of the bass that rolls and pounds and sounds to the fuery of the crazed thoughts that plummet to the ends of the light that seem to pierce the other side of my brain.....disbelief in perfection itself as it lands upon me.

indefinately

The verdict is in, one more year, at least!

3am rendezvous

with my coolest cat. alone.
the midnight stroll
the late night excursion
a ten year habit not worth breaking

Our anniversary is on thursday.
Ten Years.

Cheers to My Todd.

Cheers to us.