maarkm.

this is what you’ll be replaced with?

maarkm — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 06:00:25 +0000

confession?

maarkm — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 01:41:06 +0000

I saw INSIDIOUS.

I fell asleep.

I wasn’t afraid, I was tired.

So stop facetwitting about it.

nebraska?

maarkm — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 02:37:57 +0000

There’s only one man that I’mma serve in my whole life. And it’s me.

There’s something about Gaga and I. That makes my artist erect.

fuck you and your (things i’m leaving out because1-10)?

maarkm — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 02:31:53 +0000

My quotes have found a new home.

They now lie in the butt-end of my book.

Some day, my thoughts and the thoughts of my heroes will be one. And I will burst into flames in the sky and on every television in the nation.

cobwebs and blogs about my dick. whoops.

defense?

maarkm — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 03:57:43 +0000

Love, CA

what should i read next?

maarkm — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 02:46:20 +0000

View This Poll

a poem by @jonbenet?

maarkm — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 02:39:56 +0000

Oh, Sylvia. I figured out what you did.

write some, go insane, write a lot, stick you head in the oven, become famous and renowned.

Recipe for success.

Although, nowadays, no one really cares much for writers. The world’s moved on to things larger than printed words, so I’ll have to adjust and update.

take some nude photos, go insane, take a lot of nude photos, drive a car off a cliff.

shaving?

maarkm — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 02:36:44 +0000

After a while, the skin, like the soul, becomes a friend to assault.

seewhatididthere

sylvia?

maarkm — Sun, 03 Jul 2011 00:13:19 +0000

“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: “I’ll go take a hot bath.”

I meditate in the bath. The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water’s up to your neck.

I remember the ceiling over every bathtub I’ve stretched out in. I remember the textures of the ceilings and the cracks and the colors and the damp spots and the light fixtures. I remember the tubs, too: the antique griffin-legged tubs, and the modern coffin-shaped tubs, and the fancy pink marble tubs overlooking indoor lily ponds, and I remember the shapes sizes of the water taps and the different sorts of soap holders.

I never feel so much myself as when I’m in a hot bath.”

sitting and waiting?

maarkm — Sat, 02 Jul 2011 17:53:40 +0000

I’m currently sitting in the back seat of my car in traffic along with many other people in many other seats of many other cars.

And I want to know about them all. I want to know about you all. I want to know all about you. I want you to know all about them.

But until I do, I’ll just make up stories and lies.