Comments Posted By nicci lee
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Love tirade. A pianissimo play on words, a lovely triangle of love ties, of blood ties. Dark bloody wine dripped drop by rubicent drop into my stained mouth – love triangles with vampires.
» Posted By nicci lee On 03.02.2010 @ 2:28 pm
I think it’s a swell idea – what’re you gonna do with all the money? but a nice house n settle down with the kids – rent up a different suite ev’ry week or take the lady out on the town. Well, it’s a swell idea, really, but where’re you gonna get the downpayment . . .?
» Posted By nicci lee On 03.22.2010 @ 2:04 pm
uhm, lying in bed . . . spooning. Warm, tired, clouded window with soap on the edges of my tongue – a crinkle of paper box with the lid torn off on the edges of my brain – painted glass signs on the walls.
» Posted By nicci lee On 02.18.2010 @ 10:18 am
Ah, fun. I’m being naughty today but tha’s ok. So, a toy? My mum’s taking care of this mental kid that slobbers on like everything she picks up. That’s what you do with a toy, eat it – like, alright. But that’s not so fun anymore. Now it’s more like a computer.
» Posted By nicci lee On 02.17.2010 @ 10:21 am
I really want some gawd I need some some of that lovely green, smells so good – smells like sweat and patent-cloth. Smells like food in my belly and fire on my face – smells like perfumed hair and pleasure – I really need it.
» Posted By nicci lee On 02.16.2010 @ 12:59 pm
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Ice, a shiny road of black highway such-and-such. Life, maybe, or the end of a life – a cursed object; a murder weapon. Beauty, kitchen utensil – chopped onions, a terrific death with a blade up your ass – that’d suck.
» Posted By nicci lee On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am