I haven't been able to write in ages. But on days that feel tender my need to float words through my emotions becomes stronger than the block. So I am thankful for the flood of feeling. I am thankful to be pried
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My birthday party is tonight. My friends hip hop group is playing. It should be a sweet party. the address is 1160 Taylor way. in West Vancouver. Who ever reads this can come, and you can bring whoever you want. You can bring people you find in the streets. Even if I don't know you you should come. love Alice
if there was one word here that could suture this I would etch it in on the pin tip I would spend my lazy days embroidering cushions for my lovers to land on
but I'm a black young widow and it's written in the corners of my best selling mouth there's nothing soft here in the aftermath just a concrete floor to crack them
One drop won the waterslide baby it's all an avalanche this this sliding life that whisks away old treasures and leaves you wet in a burning orange tunnel that smells like barbies