i'm a charming nothing

[somadream]

i make myself physically ill. i never thought i could really proclaim this with such gusto, but motherfuck if it ain't true. for example-- yesterday was so downright rotten and terrible (because of my shit actions) that when i arrived at the juliette & the licks show at el corazon, i commenced puking repetitively in the goddamn bathroom for the

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[solid_nectarine]

you being you should call me. let's create a vacuous hole that will suck all the shit out of our lives. do you think livia is real enough to contain particles that will allow her to get sucked in? i think so...at least evil particles, right?

bonita chica, you can TAKE this.
-mal

kamikaze

[somadream]

do you think you contain enough particles to have ninety of my babies? if so, call me.

--rosemary

ps: how was of montreal?

[somadream]

ps: how am i supposed to survive this monstrosity we call "life?" it is a terrifying mass of every night tortures and renegade phone calls (and subsequent hangups.) i can't get away. new mexico isn't even close to far enough away. how about the moon instead?

Would I try a little... tobacco?

[wutheringheight]

After reading this last night, I tried to call you hella late to see if you wanted to bounce a few things off me, you know, just to keep up my end of the Your Croatian-Hrvatski vs./and/or My Indian-Bhaaratiy (holla for "native" languages...but how did the British ever get our words from those words?!) Ear thing we've got bangin'. When I spoke with you the other day, I didn't want to put the phone down, because you spin words into a crazy quilt of sugar and blood-stained silk. Your sweet (honestly versatile, as it whispers, whimpers, regresses, dykifies and seduces, when you think of it) voice sutures these two disparate elements together, but it works. Hell, it more than works, it mesmerizes. I'm as effusive as Mal, aren't I