The Bats and the Willows

“You are the most dangerous kind of female the world can ever know. You carry the seeds for your own destruction and the destruction of everyone who loves you. And a great many will love you for your beautiful face for your seductive body; but you will fail them all because you will believe they all fail you first. You are an idealist of the worst kind - the romantic idealist. Born to destroy and self destruct.”
madsaws: ODE TO AN ONGOING DISLIKE FOR MOST THINGS We have become a bunch of consumerist news junkies shooting up death getting erections from foiled ‘terror’ plots turned on by fear and a promise 24 hour arty people pretending we care so self centered so self righteous that we believe in one version of ‘god’ we mock the enlightened we persecute the wise we assassinate the good we move about unaware that we really exist that the image of ourselves is one we created use your inner eye wander the hills fuck a stranger…

madsaws:

ODE TO AN ONGOING DISLIKE FOR MOST THINGS


We have become a bunch of consumerist news junkies

shooting up death

getting erections from foiled ‘terror’ plots

turned on by fear

and a promise

24 hour arty people

pretending we care

so self centered

so self righteous that

we believe in one version of ‘god’

we mock the enlightened

we persecute the wise

we assassinate the good

we move about

unaware that we really exist

that the image of ourselves is one

we created

use your inner eye

wander the hills

fuck a stranger…


I’ve often been called
The naughty one,
Bad influence,

Bad seed.

Ha!
How endless parents dared me
To lead their precious
Offspring astray
With hushed warnings and
Pointed fingers in my face…

I did it anyway.


I considered myself
Very clever indeed,
And clever I was
Which angered them most.

How they would’ve delighted in rubbing
The filthy shame of failure
In my defiant little face,
Short skirt,
Loosened tie,
Thigh highs,
Lengths of unbrushed hair
Tumbling down my back.

I call it the uniform of
Misguided rebellion.


I mostly ditched school to
Smoke joints by the creek,
Immersing my body in
Tall,
Tethered grass,
Vibing out to Neil Young.
Innocently sucking on
Strawberry Chupa Chups,
Closed eyes,
Knees tight,
One had in my shirt,
Rubbing my sides.


And I might just refer to that
Place as a little cocoon
If it didn’t sound so fucking typical.

Y’know?

Thinking of applying to become a suicide girl… Not sure if it’s an awesome or terrible idea.

Wow

Wow

Mornin’Hazy… Overslept.

Mornin’


Hazy… Overslept.

Fuck.

Her tits bounce freely
As she clumsily runs toward the
City-bound bus,

Up,
Down,
Up,
Down.


What I’d give to be that summer dress.

I’m laughing whilst he cums
And as I feel the slow pulsation
Between my thighs,
I try not to lose my balance.

Not a bad way to waste an hour.

Meoooowww. Bored. My bunny slippers are fun though.

Meoooowww. Bored. My bunny slippers are fun though.

I don’t want to look.
I need to be cool,
Calm,
In-control.



That’s where I’m most comfortable.

I need to be disinterested,
Serious,

Funny,
Slightly out of reach.


So I look up,
To the side,
Down at my nails as I
Casually butcher their glossy black
Finish with my thumb.

I’m suddenly aware that
The breeze is pretty cold and as usual,
I’m not wearing a bra.

“Holly”,
I hear,
And it sounds pretty damn good
Coming out of your mouth
So I look over.

There’s lines from the
Corners of your lips as you talk and
I find myself
Wondering
If they’re there when you fuck.


Damn it.