Shhhhhh, he whispered[Charlie was a man looking for a way out]focus softly on the sound of my voice.
Author Archives: The Mark
The Bus
Riding the bus, out of love and the women beside me smells boozy. Five thirty in the afternoon and already the darkness.
I have tired of your music
Electronic music:
The sweaty moments
I love the sweaty moments when you pull my hair and call me baby.
Beer O’Clock
“Listen,” he said, “beer o’clock starts at 4:00pm, and you’ll probably be done by 9:30.”
Chief Strategy Officer
You are the Chief Strategy Officer of my heart.
Thirty-five years old
I’m thirty-five years old and I own no furniture. My assets consist of a laptop, five bicycles and an engagement ring that cannot be re-sized.
Outlaw motorcycle gang
“We should have started an outlaw motorcycle gang when we were in high school.”
Boring, boring, boring, boring, bored, boring, boring, bored, bored and distracted
Boring, boring, boring, boring, bored, boring, boring, bored, bored and distracted.
Dry rasping sound when it cracks apart
Dry rasping sound when it cracks apart, a sweetness and that sting again, this time on your tongue. Let it sit for a minute and then bite. It comes back with a vengeance and then leaves nothing but burning.