Clara Bow's gift-bow lips.
  Oyster Boy.
  Goose skin and clam hands, but it's too nice outside to shut the windows.
  Amongst the nicer days of late. There's a concordance, settling out (and sorted out) - anxiety weaned.
  Got two A minuses under my belt so far this term. I [feel] I did well for K___'s first test, though I should have brushed up on ( Read more... )

Zine ( Read more... )

My livejournal's turned into blood drip tracking and secret whining. Perhaps it's time for a touch of transcription.

Know with certainty that you cannot achieve your desire and you cannot exceed your destined life. You are on the track of those before you. Therefore be humble in seeking and moderate in earning because seeking often leads to deprivation. Every seeker of livelihood does not get it, nor is everyone who is moderate in seeking deprived. Keep yourself ( Read more... )

"Really? I don't want anything, really. Some peace, maybe ( Read more... )

i) Fuck bad bitches (all them nights when I never had bitches - now I'm all up in that ass, bitches ( Read more... )

B ( Read more... )

Post-humously
Diaspora
She used to work in a diner
Never saw a woman finer
I-used-to-order-just-watch-her-float-across-the-floor
Grew up in a small town
Never put her roots down

Lets just pretend I did poorly because I had 2 pints and was working on rusty gears, okay?
Soon to be revisited once we get to the next floor.
(You shouldn't have that answer key so ( Read more... )

A done-nothing of nineteen years has washed her hair once in the last fortnight. She'd been on a haitus from societal obligation, watching and reading text and images for its duration. Something was in danger of atrophy, so she contacted her boss and asked, "Can I come in tomorrow ( Read more... )

Dearest Papi ( Read more... )