https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-65-starla-tastes-of-strawberries HONEST!! en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 10:29:31 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9668-without-meaning https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9668-without-meaning "These of living emanate a formidable light" A mockery of this spectrum against rose coloured walls. Supposed wisdom in the patterns I leave against his knowledge -this is all I could ever amount to.   Repeat it for your love, your pains, you loss. Repeat it for all its worth; this coil. It grows ever more bitter with each new prayer And there is no death to look forward to.   ... more starla Starla tastes of strawberries Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:16:24 GMT /section-65-starla-tastes-of-strawberries#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9668 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9668 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9668 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9394-forgetting-shiva https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9394-forgetting-shiva Everyone follows with covered eyes I sit at his feet and swallow the Gita Clouded vision and cobra-choked Breathing exhaled prayers and smoke He fails to see that I am not his Sati   This blind belief of silent truths I watch as his throat turns blue And give myself as I've been told Third eye opened to behold Another thing I can no longer do   starla Starla tastes of strawberries Mon, 01 Sep 2008 22:08:36 GMT /section-65-starla-tastes-of-strawberries#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9394 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9394 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9394 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8981-fragments https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8981-fragments I realised it was time. I listened to that voice in the back of my head constantly whispering that things have got to be better than this. The old cliches of love finding a way If you love someone set them free You only hurt the ones you love. I have the bruises to prove it. He cried. I cried. He held me and said he was sorry. I told him I was too and he made me a packed lunch and said he couldn't let me go. I wiped my tears against his neck and told him I couldn't ... more starla Race-Car Ya-Yas Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:55:59 GMT /section-596-race-car-ya-yas#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8981 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8981 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8981 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8846-perhaps-i-look-better-when-i-cry https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8846-perhaps-i-look-better-when-i-cry I found myself thumbing through the yellowing pages of life, ignoring the obligatory small print and choking on my daily doses of ennui and bullshit. The blank space where I used to stand stares back at me with the silent accusation of my weakness. I find it impossible to explain why I let it happen. Why it continues to happen. All the time aware that in the morning we will pretend that everything is fine. I'm the girl screaming at the strobing images of idiots who put themselves into this position and never escape. I call them fools and roll my eyes at their sob-story realities, safe in the knowledge that my own is competition for any of theirs. ... more starla Race-Car Ya-Yas Tue, 03 Jun 2008 17:30:53 GMT /section-596-race-car-ya-yas#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8846 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8846 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8846 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8720-a-nice-change https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8720-a-nice-change watching you sleep in my kingsized bed I realise with growing satisfaction that with a single shotgun blast to your head I could alter my life and bedroom which is fine I love the colour red and I would soon forget the skull fragments imbedded into the wallpaper starla Race-Car Ya-Yas Tue, 27 May 2008 11:05:07 GMT /section-596-race-car-ya-yas#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8720 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8720 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8720 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8721-bitter-sweet-adult-content https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8721-bitter-sweet-adult-content she begs me push a little deeper move closed taste her skin slide down breathe   perfect heaving breasts gasping for air flick my tongue pelvis tilt deeper still middle finger slide camera light green she never breaks eye contact ever the actress I never break rhythm perform to the crowd   bitter-sweet skin to skin interlocked delicate kiss teeth on my thigh push deeper     starla The Good, The Bad and The Filthy Mon, 26 May 2008 01:33:09 GMT /section-597-the-good-the-bad-and-the-filthy#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8721 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8721 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8721 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8719-yellow-summer-dress https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8719-yellow-summer-dress I can remember the taste of sugar The smell of motor oil strong on my skin. He smiled and told me I was fine everything would be fine and I rember thinking you don't tell people how they feel you ask them.   He gave me a sweater. Too big, too heavy. He stroked my hair told me I was beautiful. I looked at my shoes scuffed toes and dust and thought about birds flying south for the winter.   He said he would drive me home. I said I could walk and I collected my things ... more starla New stuff Sun, 25 May 2008 08:48:12 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8719 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8719 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8719 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8578-i-don-t-smoke https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8578-i-don-t-smoke If I smoked, I would lean across the table right now, (one soft brown arm decorated with bangles) to push my cigarette into the almost overflowing ashtray and so that you could get a good view down the front of my shirt.         starla New stuff Thu, 22 May 2008 12:53:46 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8578 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8578 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8578 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8551-the-thing-with-fish-. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8551-the-thing-with-fish-. Surely a fish only knows he is wet if he has something to compare it to. Being dry, for example. But a dry fish is a dead fish which is not a good thing for the fish.   So, based on this thing (the thing with fish not knowing they are wet) How on Earth can I be sure that I'm alive?   starla New stuff Fri, 09 May 2008 20:39:47 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8551 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8551 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8551 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8533-pieces https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8533-pieces I eat cereal three times a day Then stare at my stomach With NutCrunch stuck between my teeth   Sit in the sun in my underpants A beer warming between my knees I watch my skin turn pink Snow melting on the mountains River roaring in my ears   I erase all my poetry Before anyone else reads it Because the words mean nothing And because its all shit   I beg for someone who can hold my interest Maybe someone who can teach me to juggle Cartwheel Play the Double Bass Lose some weight Pick up all the scraps of paper ... more starla New stuff Thu, 08 May 2008 03:21:49 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8533 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8533 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8533 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-525-cut-grass https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-525-cut-grass My grandfather told me the worst smell in the worldis the smell of burning flesh and rotting bodies. He told me quietly, under his breath,like it was something I shouldn''t know. He used to tell me I was as perfect as a flowerwhile we sat on the creaking back porchand I watched him roll withered little cigarettes. I accepted all his advice as if they were fablesthings that became part of my illusions of adulthoodlong before the real world sat on my shoulders. And I promised him that I would never go to war. ... more ShannonV Long Lost DMV Stuff Mon, 05 May 2008 03:47:15 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/525 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/525 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A525 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-446-avoiding-infection https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-446-avoiding-infection I am bleeding less, now. I soaked the blood up with cottonwool and wrapped myself in gauze and silence. I''m sure I lost more than I thought because now my skin is pale, tender to touch and I can''t stop shaking. You cut me and I bleed I bleed I bleed. Salt water. I should use salt water to keep out disease. But the sea is too far away norm Long Lost DMV Stuff Fri, 02 May 2008 22:58:42 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/446 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/446 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A446 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-385-girls-know-how-to-touch-girls https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-385-girls-know-how-to-touch-girls with the moonlight blue caress on every ripple shimmer finger trace embrace cup of your breast test and taste wrapped your legs and pressed the sun would never touch but with the dawn we turn and burn with nothing but those scents and spent sighs lost without and shouted lacking words and slipped inside breathed into me to see and shake heartache and break me she the one who saw the flaw of amber flickers licked and eyes disguised sweet shudders pink and pinch and ride deep in subside the things you didnt know the things that I could show ... more norm Long Lost DMV Stuff Fri, 02 May 2008 22:55:26 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/385 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/385 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A385 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-479-cocaine-sex https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-479-cocaine-sex i can taste taste taste you/bitter gums and stony teeth/i could see you without my eyes/and you would still be beneathmy skin/ below my ego/i can taste taste taste you/the way you crushed my lipsagainst your chestbone/ andthe feel of you at the backof my throat/ pushing behindmy eyes/ pulse in my earsdrowns out the bass-line of yourtears/ suffocate on your rhythm/your touch/ the way you beg beg begme to stay/ am i breathing/ am ihere/ is that your skin/ your sex/your hands/ your death against me/i can taste taste taste you/and everytime you made me bleed/made me scream/ torn ... more starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Mon, 03 Mar 2008 13:58:54 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/479 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/479 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A479 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-390-infatuation-counts https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-390-infatuation-counts 1.i cant find youanywhere i lookwhen i sleep you are alwaysout of reachjust beyondmy fingertips your phone is offand i cant stop crying the acrid moonlightbelongs to me i blame you * 2. is she prettier than me you piece of shitof course she is i havnt washed in daysbecause i cant leave your smell in my bed andyou are the other end of the country leavingme with the blinds drawn and the coffee potand all the sweet smelling stains 3. your words keep me alive never againyou say but i will win you back i will wear red ... more starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Sat, 01 Mar 2008 16:48:53 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/390 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/390 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A390 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-432-i-m-dead-and-i-blame-you https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-432-i-m-dead-and-i-blame-you For wasted liquorice days and nights spentwith legs sprawled and black expressions. Offer me cream filled eclair and bespeak will I,Yet, provide compassion and i will bleed likepricked blue steak into crisp green salad. Coerced hostility to toughen my edges(rub lakes of salt into fresh gashes)and I become another nothing storm. I have disregarded tears since you removed my eyes starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Sat, 01 Mar 2008 16:48:33 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/432 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/432 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A432 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-407-forever-beautiful https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-407-forever-beautiful Where the whole world is made of glassthey painted a boxto be my home.& there in my pretty boxI played with rag dolls& put pins through the tips of my fingers& through the centre of my eyes.I kissed photographsof all the people I once knew& then burned them over blue flamed candles,silently saying goodbyeto a life left behind. I carved patterns in my skin& stopped eating,to be forever beautiful.I pretended I could seemy scarred reflection in the looking glass.I chewed off my own tongueto stop the lies I could tell& pushed needles into ... more starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Sat, 01 Mar 2008 16:46:59 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/407 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/407 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A407 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-428-first-daisy-then-me https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-428-first-daisy-then-me chromatic eyes blind me andstrip me down to powdered bonetempered heart attunedto burning winter morningsand ochre earth to pierce meand deeply penetrate first daisy of the new yeartastes bitter as your juicesyou bilge to the back of my throatpetals crushed carelesslybetween yellowed fingertips andground into my pelvis withsilent undulation spring approaches to smotherand leave me with rough touch i will taste you until winter starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Sat, 01 Mar 2008 16:46:29 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/428 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/428 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A428 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-505-drowning-dolls https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-505-drowning-dolls through the dirtdraggedcorporeality you are mine our arcanumbeneath bloodied sheetshidden counting fingersstrands of hairhalfmoon smileblinded surreptitious dawn followstreacherous starlightbeneath which there is onlyour darknessand the bitter tasteof our sweet deception face downliquid fills your lungsand the stars begin to shine starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Sat, 01 Mar 2008 16:45:34 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/505 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/505 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A505 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-392-cinnabar-lips-pictures-on-my-eyelids https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-392-cinnabar-lips-pictures-on-my-eyelids she sips fromwhipped cream coveredhot sweet stickiness tongue with diamond studfrom between cinnabar lipsremoves chocolate flakesand multicoloured lies book extended in my handi pretend to myselfi dont stare at women especially not tattooed and piercedand tasting of honey especially not dark hairedto contrast my redto fall on my pillowon my thighs pictures on my eyelidsof skin and breastsand metal bolts boys with the devilriding pillion girls with red dilated pupils i think of youin much the same way starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Sat, 01 Mar 2008 16:44:56 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/392 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/392 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A392