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Jan 20, 2011 13:05

I'm feeling superior. My face looks thinner.

I can't take too many dolls when I'm dieting, it makes me feel faint.

I want to send you emails when I'm up late at night working in the next room, inquiring about whether we have a stapler, instead of getting up and looking. I want to watch your body age. Or I'll make you sleep in the same shirt for 2 weeks, every 2 weeks, so that when I'm traveling abroad I can wear your dirty shirt and know your smell. When I pierce my finger upon some tool of my trade I want you to suck my blood, and lick the wound clean. But most of all, I want to be fluid and all these golden shining moments cannot happen in a fluid life.

A fluid life consists of money. Sex with strangers, doing drugs off of toilets or black American Express cards. It's finding someone who cares about your looks and wants to throw a lavish life at you. A man/woman who works 140 hour work weeks and does blow on his lunch break and screams at his speaker phone to investment bankers in Sweden. It's someone who gives you their card to buy Balenciaga. It's vacations in Boca and it's superficial.

I'll take option 1 for now.
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