i had a (brief but brutal) struggle opening my eyes at 9 this morning. 2 hours after falling asleep. 8 hours after embarking upon an all-night dancing stint lasting no less than 5 hours, and being most out of character, as i always thought i hated nightclubs. but i realized last night that this dancing is much like sex, but without the feelings, ( Read more... )

(extreme bearded man at hôtel de ville has painted huge signs and a flag with a seven-pointed star and an adam's apple in the center ( Read more... )

i'm riding the metro invisible to an end unreachable. i'm covered in disguise but still feel staring. swarms of russians on the ligne 1. svelte, soviet bodies and fat, swollen faces. (too much coca cola?) icey eyes flash a monstrous smile at me and i duck out two stations before my stop ( Read more... )

people are dropping like flies. there is no one in the world left next to me and i am almost relieved to remember that there was no one to begin with ( Read more... )

still superstitious suspicious about the increments of four ( Read more... )

inconnu au monde. prêt à naître. accroché dans un arbre de fer ( Read more... )

children are skeletons ( Read more... )

c'est ses yeux qui font de lui un baby lou reed.

i am totally struck like a gong now, and it's the sommeil qui veut m'assommer. it is tottering over me like a sotted sailor.

tomorrow i'm going to be somewhere i've never been before.

for now:
it's monkey love.

life travels faster than the senses can keep up. little girls' little souls ferment and rot in imaginary cocoons. we are unfinished works, machines in the first stages of development, unborn dreams on the brink of bursting ( Read more... )

i spent an astronomical sum. more money than i'm worth on the black market for sure ( Read more... )