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dear boy/s,
having to beat you off with a stick isn't half as much fun as it sounds.
i don't want to spend my night running away from you because you ruin this town for me.
let's just be friends...
jerks.
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sooner or later, gut-churning inadequacy always bites yr ankle with pointy little teeth and won't let go...and it hurts like HELL!
xoxo
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yr hands taste like dirt and yr hair smells like blood
SAME. OLD. SHIT.
THE KIND THAT STICKS.
XOXO -
I KILL EVERYTHING I FUCK
on friday night a stranger came up to me and my friend and handed us $50...each ( Read more... ) -
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THIS QUIZ IS PROBABLY THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME ALL DAY! REPLY TO ME W/ YR RESULTS.
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baby i'm here all weak.
Two post-pubescent cannibals jerked each out right out of existence. they collected whatever remained on the bedsheets, ate it greedily and began to reconstruct ( Read more... ) -
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yesterday i read 'My mother: demonology, a novel' by Kathy Acker. the whole thing. i don't think i've ever read a text so aggressively brilliant in my whole life. it's the way that HISTORY, SEX, PHILOSOPHY, VIOLENCE, DREAMS, VISCERA and LOSS (of one's physical self, consciousness or virtual self) are stewed together that make a landscape comprised ( Read more... ) -
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i have a queasy, crippling feeling and it has nothing to do with what i drank last night. i don't think i can stop cringing. maybe it's just the after shock of an excessive holiday plus what feels to be the beginnings of a total self-re evaluation. but it can only be a good thing right? even though i haven't yet written a line for my new project ( ( Read more... )
