demons i would like to exorcise

1. the flutter-stop of investment in the west wing, especially cj cregg and her beautiful sad long face as she shakes on the shoulder of secret serviceman and mutters president bartlett's cast-off latin, really-really-no-more-democracy-porn
2. "I guess I’m attached to long hair for the same milkmaid-mermaid-Rapunzel-potential reasons as any other chiquita who tends to hysterically cling to more literal expressions of femininity"
3. the creamy, getalin based candy of inertness as expressed by peers in the only-slightly-less public corners of the internet, failure is an all-expenses-paid vacation
4. a maximalist kind of literalism (as it pertains to tragedy, because literalism is the only comedy i can laugh at, though to give comedy it's due when it's good it is really a tragedy)
5. we don't say spirit animal
6. i sped along the race track, i burned my knees on gravel, i cut away my tights and i lifted the coagulant with tweezers thinking there was still rock buried there and when i was wrong, i bled even more
7. sure sure (unclear)
8. gangbangs i have known
9. years of linguistic tourism and to this day i still don't speak spanish (no more than si se puede or toque aqui para abrir las puertas and pinche cabron and eso si que si and adios ese) and i mean really what can we say when all i remember is chandra ke niche, sunder bagiche me, meri moonh betiye
10. to see your face is to drink a cup of coffee and all your ridiculous visage represents is a competitive advantage and one day the ugly will rise up to meet you and i will be there holding that knife that sings your flesh and whiskers
11. microwaveable bibimbap courtesy trader joe's, subcategory: takeout/away
12. this narcotic: i sleep, i would say, firmly on my right side, face seeking further depths of cotton batting, arm trapped or trapping, thighs vice on comfort, but when i wake up i flip away from the door to touch my left side to the softness, weighing my self down on the formerly curled over and hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
13. a wife and a kids and a dog, i'll fill you up with my dna, scatter me all inside you or at least torture you with the ever present possibility, the gun of your reproductive system
14. dic duc fac fer julius caesar had no hair and the guess what i remember the first five lines now not seven and given another six years i might remember only two, you're buried underneath the rubble of my dorm room and better teachers who plastered the walls in dynamite
15. i think i didn't take my own advice on the whole maximalist literalism thing
16. everything is important
17. oh honestly, i never actually read all that marx
18. um ah a very american cul-de-sac tragedy, you know the small sort, more a forgetting than an intentional slight, leaving off what's really important about geometry homework, lots of no, but not a lot of because and a little bit, i wouldn't change that for all the pearls in china, because what i felt for you, and this is the advantage of late first rumblings, was
19. no
20. i can't describe what happened to us
21. how many times will i have to try?
22. i want to write a poem about the love i bore for your split bodies and how i wished you were one person if only for ease and i want it to be beautiful even though it was not beautiful at the time, but i can never seem to correctly interpret any kind of moment of ours as anything more than kaleidoscope of strange power
23. my heart's not really in non-violence, but it's not in violence either and one day i'm going to be standing on the barricade, right at the top, and i'll have a bullet in me before i ever make the decision
24. bitch
25. i covet you
26. service pistol, service pistol, service pistol, marine corps, ptsd, and i fitted my knees in your elbows so you wouldn't thrash
27. the mountain weighs down on me in return and i finally feel small enough to warrant long hair
28. personal branding (particularly "this is my life now")
29. i said it just to have said it