https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/user-13-starla en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 23:23:14 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-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-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-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-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-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-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 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-411-bored-and-screaming https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-411-bored-and-screaming I''m gonna play with you and myself all night Then I''m gonna throw you outside with the dogs and the dinner scraps stop thinking about me Idiot starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Sat, 01 Mar 2008 16:44:31 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/411 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/411 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A411 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7710-india https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7710-india India is dust Brightly coloured plastic and cement Cows sleep in the shade of trees Children sleep in the shade of cows A suffocation of car horns Street sellers and red Baking afternoon sun and hot tiles Rivers of rotting garbage that nobody can see India is silence and respect Bowed heads Pressed palms Singing crickets and sun blanched geckos Sacred waters Wide eyed children Centuries of tradition Stray dogs and jungle cats India is broken buildings and beggers Sorrow and santuary Contradiction and consequence The saddest place I have ever seen starla New stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 11:47:58 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7710 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7710 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7710 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-426-disposing-of-your-corpse https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-426-disposing-of-your-corpse tearing out your internal organsso i could move into your shellseemed like a good ideaat the time shredding flesh from bonewith bare hands and pointed teethwas my way of showing how muchi miss you when you go after dismantling your lifei climbed on boardto ride you as light ebbedfrom your eyes wanted to give you one last thrill(from me, not her,from me) before holding your heartin my clenched fist standing naked, dripping with bloodover your sweet smelling corpsei considered quick-limebefore swinging the hammer starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 11:45:43 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/426 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/426 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A426 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-517-blood-and-other-fluids https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-517-blood-and-other-fluids whilst drawing comparisons to your tearsi realised that all meanings expire silentlylike the passing of a butterfly your exit wound made a mess on my couch i tried to draw around youwith white chalkbut i got blood and piss on my jeansin ink-blot patterns that made me think of sunrisesand carnations i tried to do it naked but my skin kept slippingsome selke sliding in her own sweet problemsthe blood ruined the chalk and got beneath my fingernails so i traced your outline with masking tapebefore dragging your body to my dump freezeri used these ancient cum-stained sheetsto absorb the ... more starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:33:30 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/517 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/517 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A517 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-518-beneath-everything-ramblings https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-518-beneath-everything-ramblings And, lost in those moments when I am no longer real,I remember that you were a simply a spoilt little boywith a red-haired little girl wrapped around your finger for just a little bit too long. Beneath everything I have ever believed inthere was only everyou.(The inside of my mouth always tasted of something you left behind) Four years on my knees and all I have to show for itare these bruises that wont heal.Blood ruptured beneath the surface of this inevitability.(can bruises leave scars?) And of course, my self indulgent wordswhich never meant ... more starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:33:03 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/518 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/518 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A518 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-412-blackened-spoons https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-412-blackened-spoons i carried you to bed, night after night, when you were too far gone to see me anymorecarefully undressed you and lay at your side until your eyes filled with twitching nightmare ridden sleepyour thinned yellow fingers knotted in my hacked red hair and your breath coming in strangled gaspsi always kissed the pale brown furrow between your eyebrows and whispered that i loved you i would creep downstairs and collect scraps of burnished foil and splinters of my lovefrom the dusty threadbare carpet in the loungeand scrub blackened spoons at the sink without waking your motherpassed out at the ... more starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:31:57 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/412 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/412 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A412 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-451-baby-you-said https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-451-baby-you-said whispered you would take mebreak me and earthquakeshake my worldwith frivolous kissesand chains of pearls i taste the seaand the sun blistersbut there is nowherei need to be other thancocooned in youand endless blue starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:31:18 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/451 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/451 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A451 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-511-awe-inspired-and-forgotten https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-511-awe-inspired-and-forgotten your amber hair spiders around my splintered memoriesand the day you dyed it black and told me i was brokeni knew it was true but i had no idea how you could tell your photograph inspired me to walk until i had forgotten you pushed a needle into my fingertip and told meit was how i made you feellike forming fists around shattered glass and pin cushionslike swallowing gravel and bones i could never forget and i wish you would leave me alone you could only be happy if i cut your thighs with razorbladesif i would bite you until ... more starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:30:02 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/511 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/511 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A511 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-384-and-then-there-was-blue https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-384-and-then-there-was-blue found in the boundless unfound of the skies behind his eyes and the swallowing brash of the crashing waves the shores must brave a polished moonstone in the monsoon of night held in the light and then there was blue nothing but the skies and the incessant seas with unfathomable eyes the day to ensue the biting salt on my lips and my hips taking sway lost in the time delay the sinking of the sun unbegun or forever begotten with taste forgotten aphasic Long Lost DMV Stuff Wed, 27 Feb 2008 20:35:43 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/384 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/384 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A384 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-404-and-she-never https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-404-and-she-never eye socketsfilled with cementthey found herfalling overherself againin the clover silly girl the crowds sighed and continuedtheir daywith noseto the grindstonesoon downto bone she coughedand splutteredand utteredponderously why would this happen to a girlsuch as me nobody caredor even turnedto stare and she neverwas seen again Derma Kaput Long Lost DMV Stuff Wed, 27 Feb 2008 20:28:49 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/404 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/404 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A404 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-435-almost-immortality https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-435-almost-immortality I am the yellowed paper upon which you scrawl your sonnet words for the stretched parchment of my transparent skin Heavens fall yet you remain my One True God starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:28:15 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/435 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/435 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A435 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-376-ing-to-the-sound-of-somesthesia https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-376-ing-to-the-sound-of-somesthesia fuckbunny while my painted nailsscore the length of your cocki give myself overto the teeth marksyou brand into my shoulder slickskin and the first ebbsof tomorrow fall acrossthese tangled limbsas i succumbto the second waveof pleasurepain openclosed stretched furtherthe smoothness of youleaving me drippingscreaming for moreblood saliva tearsirrelevant andiridescent starla Long Lost DMV Stuff Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:27:37 GMT /section-71-long-lost-dmv-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/376 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/376 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A376 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-7168-old-forgiveness https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7168-old-forgiveness She was all over covered with tears Where chasing stars and sand wouldn't help With old forgiveness and burned afternoons Saltwater spray Eyes rolled back to white We waited and waited Buses crawled past and plastic tickled the curb Peeling black from beneath my fingernails Scratching away at three-week-old dirt And mosquito kisses Scuffed heals tapping for three-wheeled chariots Empty pockets and greying palm-trees The cows chewing a cud of cardboard and crisp packets Alcohol sway Distant drums or traffic rumbles Or starved stomachs Prickled with sweat and still with forget Countig the days 'til she leaves Blonde from the ... more starla New stuff Sun, 20 Jan 2008 07:32:17 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7168 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7168 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7168 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5397-he-wants-an-army https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5397-he-wants-an-army I fell for his words poor spelling and forgotten punctuation soft brown skin and crooked teeth   indifferent political views   I curled into the warmth of his terrible mathematics the green flickers in his eyes   the fact he never wears shoes and has never read a book   school was a chore and we couldn't be more different if we tried with every fibre every tendon every breath   he wants to build his own house or live in a van   I can't have children and he wants an army   we fight everyday ... more starla Starla tastes of strawberries Fri, 03 Aug 2007 22:33:37 GMT /section-65-starla-tastes-of-strawberries#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5397 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5397 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5397 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3401-ink-and-green https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3401-ink-and-green more confusion is all i need starla New stuff Tue, 13 Mar 2007 17:57:24 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3401 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3401 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3401 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2695-cigarette-burns https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2695-cigarette-burns She holds static on her tongue and a cigarette between her teeth cranberry kisses such sweet rhapsodies behind her eyes The broken morning stretches every limb to hide in her shadow and I bleed for her I bleed for everything I cannot have She holds her tongue against me and I feel her cigarette burns Chewed fingertips feel like forgotten kisses and taste of ash nothing hurts because nothing registers and everything is mine left to in clenched fists and mark the drip of pointless time I bleed for her and cherish everything I cannot have She holds ... more starla New stuff Sun, 27 Jan 2008 20:35:20 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2695 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2695 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2695 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2694-paint-by-numbers https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2694-paint-by-numbers I would paint you a picture if I could but the road was the same colour as the sky and every breath tasted of static and yellowing leaves he told me I could he was lying my eyes were made of glass and his lips were made of asphalt starla New stuff Sat, 10 Feb 2007 17:16:54 GMT /section-106-new-stuff#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2694 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2694 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2694 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-110-why-am-i-so-confused https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-110-why-am-i-so-confused being female and generally silly far too busy being pretty to care ryan keeps flashing me and putting me off the monkeys stole my brain power Vote View results starla Starla tastes of strawberries Fri, 09 Feb 2007 15:00:46 GMT /section-65-starla-tastes-of-strawberries#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/110 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/110 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A110 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-109-erm https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-109-erm I've tried ever-so hard to post things and i cant make it work!!!my pictures keep vanishing and my poetry won't stay and its not fair starla Starla tastes of strawberries Tue, 06 Feb 2007 23:45:59 GMT /section-65-starla-tastes-of-strawberries#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/109 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/109 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A109