The Big Face week
I can’t stop thinking about fucking new people. I’m very sick, I need constant petting, reassurance, and change all the time. I met a girl named Blonde, when she’s around me I feel slower and stronger. I feel the same way when I’m alone, but Blonde relaxes me. Someone asked me recently why I only write about women, and the only thought that came to mind was:
they’re what I love the most.
In an ideal world, sex daily with a new partner would put balance back into the law of things. The combinations would swim, imagine the timeline possibility.
I need someone to enjoy things with.
Monday
“Don’t flip and fuck a girl like a bag of potatoes.”
“excuse me?”
“You can’t flip me like a coin.”
“why not”
Tuesday
Her face looked like cream-of-mannequin-meat.
Her friend looked like an exotic cat.
“I look for true love, the kind of love that would never touch me - physically.”
“Oh yeah, same.”
”Sometimes you just look for the connection, and that’s - the pure love.”
“Jesus fucking christ.”
Wednesday
“I usually fall in love by this point.”
“why haven’t you yet?”
“I’m not in the mood right now”
Thursday
“I like to be around you, I don’t have to think - you take over.”
“I’m hungry”
Friday
“I’m an actor…”
“…I’m wearing character shoes outside.”
If someone said, you should have sex 12 times per month, spaced out weekly across the calendar. You wouldn’t do it. You need a new discovery every day.
Two girls with almost the same name
texting you at the same time
(name same, both k’s)
making me nervous.
Did you want a poem?
I’m really taken by this picture of you -
your eyes are shaped like UFO’s twice and black, too.
There’s no more good poems,
Please lay out the lines.
“I want to say things simple” She smiled
“I want to look someone in the eyes
and not have to talk.”
“Can’t you download me”
“I don’t have any credits left.”
“Too bad, even a eunuch’s gotta eat dick.”