over this page
covered in inain banter
you will read their bull
but when honestly
have you given half a thought to mine?
but they are your friends, you say.
you don't know me?
is that it?
or maybe you just don't care.
i mean
who am i anyways
just some random poet
you met on the street
hey wasn't it your idea to take me in?
i was dirty
motionless
and a little "off"
but you thought i would appeal to you
now all that appeals to you
is "what's for dinner?"
dirty, homeless
and not a care in the world
but you insisted i was your savior.
sorry i must have missed something
does jesus cook?
does jesus cook?
feb 21 2003 chris
i fancy myself an amazing artist. unlike
my poetry, i have perfected to the best of my ability my picture. so i am going to sit here for a long time on some sappy paint
program and recreate my pictures for all who care to see. pay attention. yopu might like it.
him someday. i just wish the drag queens at work would stop telling me they want to be in my shoes for a taste of his
beauty. yuck!!! i mean i have no problem with drag queens but this is my favorite soul pocession you talk about. to think of
him with you makes me sick. see i am under the firm belief that no one will worship my justin like i do. i know he is
very attractive. but his beauty just surpasses that which any pervert could comprehend. i swear if i was a religious
one, he would be the messiah.
sorry i just had to throw that in. onward.
i started this page when i was very sleepy
hence the name but then today i decided everything i had written on it needed to go away and new stuff needed to be. this is the result.