PK Wakefield
PK Wakefield
2 days ago

only real way 'cause
thick up down:
asshead ,



               i'm


sorry                 'cause


                i'm


gonna hurt)hurt you

a lot


                  (tonight

PK Wakefield
PK Wakefield
3 days ago

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"Rule #1:

Don't give a shit about anybody;
because nobody gives a shit about you."

































.

PK Wakefield
PK Wakefield
3 days ago

such things as my own body i have been:

                 (the grass

                   the sun

                   the moon

                   the sea        )

and felt the big violent urge up
of the whole world's thigh
each stupid flens of men:

their hands that go out from them
and come back into them–making and destroying;

(who have i been my own hands amongst such things?

making much

destroying much?



                                                                  they
                                                             go
                                                     out

                                                             come

                                                                        back

                                                                                    IN

and they are so heavy
with nothing
even the grass
that will become them
cannot grow in such
a dark place                                                                                                       )

PK Wakefield
PK Wakefield
5 days ago

all muscles bent
over the
bent over the
bending counter

    

         (destroy)


spit pretty up the
mouth under the
skirt fingers working

fingers open the
tight little chest of
cotton and just
shaved yesterday
a bit of stubble
hurts fingers abrading

knuckles deep into
face pressed against
the cold cold cold

tile"slut"tellmeyoure,

       A what?

how way what water repeats
itself
repeats itself
over two stones

between parting
of dark woods

a light blade
of

sunlight

carouse

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"I want something real.

You know what's real?

Pain; anger; misery; suffering: ugliness–


I want to see you in a moment of complete ugliness."


























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"Whenever I meet someone I really like I always want to tell them I love them right away. In fact, I have to try really hard not to.

Most people are just as afraid of affection as they are of abandonment."































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