gasoline smells kiss you goodbye. the walrus & whoever. my mp3's are all in morse code. my words curl into commas like bodies left in the sun. bees sting only once, but wasps can sting forever. do diaries cast shade? icebox acrimony. i keep looking at the way my skin peeled off my body. it looks like a space ship. i'm going to see my mother in a minute or so. arn't mother's supposed to kiss boo-boos? i don't understand. why would you let her touch you. every noise i make is the sound of a gun cycling in a new round. my shirt collars, my cufflinks. et. fucking. cetera.