top ramen
my eyes today are hollow. And bleed backward into my brain. I swim with the weight of my self. Today I feel steamed. Is that a mood choice?
Over there by the chisel are the little pieces of me, awaiting pick up. I watch people tiptoe in circles like in an art gallery with a floor display. From the ground you look SOOOO-OO tall. But then maybe you already did anyway.
Thinking about: sex. friendship. poetry. Poetry. Andre Breton and his cerises. juicy man. That's where you're wrong, little girl. It's not those who want to hurt me, it's those who are hurt. For that little speck of time when you're the person who can make someone feel unfelled. It's for when someone shares feelings with you that you don't demand. And you receive them without needing anything. It's for being able to hug a crying man and appreciate that new beauty in them. You can't do that in your weak world, can you? I don't care if you're older than me.
to follow: exerpts from some very interesting letters. (interesting, at least, to me)
This weekend,
I want to get drunk and sin.
Over there by the chisel are the little pieces of me, awaiting pick up. I watch people tiptoe in circles like in an art gallery with a floor display. From the ground you look SOOOO-OO tall. But then maybe you already did anyway.
Thinking about: sex. friendship. poetry. Poetry. Andre Breton and his cerises. juicy man. That's where you're wrong, little girl. It's not those who want to hurt me, it's those who are hurt. For that little speck of time when you're the person who can make someone feel unfelled. It's for when someone shares feelings with you that you don't demand. And you receive them without needing anything. It's for being able to hug a crying man and appreciate that new beauty in them. You can't do that in your weak world, can you? I don't care if you're older than me.
to follow: exerpts from some very interesting letters. (interesting, at least, to me)
This weekend,
I want to get drunk and sin.