julia julia, jules when the sky is blue and fuckhead when the sky is green, julia julia, teenage wasteland, bastard child of Narcissus and Dionysus spurted violently out of the mortal’s vertebrate. i love myself, i hate myself, fuck me, you know the deal. julia julia, so bored she'll take anything and tear it apart from its pointless fly-size limbs-- as long as you feed it to her and lick her dirty boots, let her handcuff your ankles to fun places and take a pretty pastel pill (hey you gotta entertain yourself somehow huh?) julia julia, just another bigfuckinmess in a bigfuckinmessofaworld, just trying to write a neat little, nifty little, slightly douchebaggish about me, in hopes of finding a bigfuckinmessy soulmate. or something. sup?
she emerged from the dark
like a ghost in my head
she said, “I haven’t forgot any words that you said
I just stare at the clocks and I cry in my sleep
and I tear up your letters
and I burn up them in heaps
and I gather the ashes in that hole in the ground
where
we
fell.”
