the d-pod
free yourself from adverbs! i think i have over freed myself. am i boring now that i've consumed long stings of how gloriously lovely and stunningly slim her hands are?
do i bore you now that i have replaced all of that with the thrust of mountain dew against her face and now she knows she will never speak to him again.
are we swallowing each other down and having trouble getting to our stomachs?
do you ever tell me the truth anymore.
let me tell you something: i sing in sound booths at the mall. will i ever be able to introduce you in polite society?
tonight i am struggling over two-tone nail polish which i created. i have painted twice on nails, building up the layers. it is gold and pink and they shine through one another, however, i am struggling. they cancel each other out; they are like child and woman or perhaps ice and boiling water; they are like pre-pubescence and puberty. they are civil-warring on my skin.
look! the media is devouring the new child born to the black madonna! watch as she throws towel over her head and imagines her hair as waist length!
on halloween i am slutting it up, but not on purpose. i mean, how can i help it? maybe i am a slut beneath and what i am wearing is wasted time! my body is crumpling into itself.
so, what have i been doing since august 19th? i have been cutting my hair and looking like a boy. honestly.
i have such a crush on you, i want you, i adore you, pay attention to me, look at me, kiss my face.
-cori
do i bore you now that i have replaced all of that with the thrust of mountain dew against her face and now she knows she will never speak to him again.
are we swallowing each other down and having trouble getting to our stomachs?
do you ever tell me the truth anymore.
let me tell you something: i sing in sound booths at the mall. will i ever be able to introduce you in polite society?
tonight i am struggling over two-tone nail polish which i created. i have painted twice on nails, building up the layers. it is gold and pink and they shine through one another, however, i am struggling. they cancel each other out; they are like child and woman or perhaps ice and boiling water; they are like pre-pubescence and puberty. they are civil-warring on my skin.
look! the media is devouring the new child born to the black madonna! watch as she throws towel over her head and imagines her hair as waist length!
on halloween i am slutting it up, but not on purpose. i mean, how can i help it? maybe i am a slut beneath and what i am wearing is wasted time! my body is crumpling into itself.
so, what have i been doing since august 19th? i have been cutting my hair and looking like a boy. honestly.
i have such a crush on you, i want you, i adore you, pay attention to me, look at me, kiss my face.
-cori