addiction is a slippery slope., and i am such a little artist of self-sabotage ( Read more... )

he was beautiful, and foreign.

Denmark, he told me, but only after i'd guessed.

germany? belgium? we were waiting for the bus. the tired latino women around us he paid no attention to. he told me he'd had his license suspended. i asked why. he smiled at me, lazily.

if you were cuter i might tell you.

my smile was as slow.

cute is stupid. i ( Read more... )

beauty excuses everything.

perfection is unforgivable.

all dichotomies are false.

i am sitting on my bed. my skirt has ridden up around my hips ( Read more... )

for the past three days i have eaten nothing but truffled honey ( Read more... )

i could be anywhere ( Read more... )

i met someone yesterday ( Read more... )

i've thought about writing again, but i don't want an audience.

that is, i don't want an audience that knows me.

i don't know why this is.

i know why this is, but won't admit it.

i assassinate the hours with a sniper's expertise.

my days right now are comprised primarily of lowbrow, laughably sincere, and profoundly ugly amateur porn, and abrasively raw and choking emotion (not so much from myself, but more my clients and classmates and course content). this is a fact ( Read more... )

i am so bored of exhibitionism ( Read more... )