CLASSIC ACTORS

Every time we watch a Cary Grant film it's "uhhhg I want him to cream on my chest."
BUT no. Girls are stupid.
Here's a bunch of actors from that time that should cream on my chest:



Q.E.D.

NEW DAY

Gotta keep moving
can't stop
gotta keep moving.

LEFT ME SPEECHLESS from Sean McElhenney on Vimeo.

CAT'S CRADLE

Our lives, though barely intersecting,
were woven like a cat's cradle.
Those few brief months we cooked together every day.
You fried the eggs, I washed the pan.
Over breakfast we shared stories about Catholic school.
Then we parted and in a year or so, we tried to break into that house.
You brought a candle, it was apple scented, and a real apple just for good measure.
The door was locked of course, so we ended up
lighting fire in the woods.
Another year past.
You came over to my house and we watched Blue Velvet.
We came up with our Wiccan names, I wish I remembered yours!
It was River I think.
And then a few days later, we drove in your car all the way to the beach.
We finally broke into that mansion that overlooked the bay,
and we lit candles. You told me all about your bad dreams,
and how you had the perfect life but you were still unhappy.
We ate crackers and cheese and a little bit of wine on the beach.
We went into the water just because,
it was raining and 50 degrees, what were we thinking?
Then we stumbled into that diner wet and shivering, our clothes half falling off
and looking like crack heads.
You got the soup, I got the sandwich.
Another year past, you sent me a text saying:
"Hey, let's go on an adventure real soon!"
I was busy or something, and I pushed it aside.
Another year, I move away.
I get the news.
And now... I...
am not sure...
I always thought
there would be
another time.
But
there
isn't.

Rest in Peace
Please Please Please
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

CAT AGAINST MY CHEST

Why does the way you say,
so sincerely,

"well you mean a lot to me"
make my stomach drop,
as in to be disgusted
by your own foolishness,
it only aggravates the hate
that's constantly perched in my throat.
You say it's painful for you
well make that two
I suppose.

But it was something you said in passing,
while we were crossing the street,
"you are a very dangerous person"
that makes me almost
well,
ha--

RAVINGS OF A LUNATIC

Found behind a trashcan
from long ago:

STOP READING THIS ALLAN WOOD!!!

PLATONIC

Where has friendship gone?
It has died died died.
Winds of sorrow, disappointment
Use me, abuse me,
it's all I'm ever good for
anyway.

DON'T TALK TO ME ANYMORE

i can't i can't
anymore
tearing up my room
sitting in the mess i've made
everything tastes bitter
silent on the bus ride home
i'm at the end i'm at the end

DOUBLE JOINTED BRIDE

Last summer's dream...

Double Jointed Bride from Sean McElhenney on Vimeo.

4TH WORLD MAGIK

THE PROMISED PLACE

TOMB

RAIDER