an excerpt from the long upcoming zine "...what sharp teeth you have: a collection..."
"i want to grow black wings and cast stones.
i want to inject drugs into my body through the hole i've scratched and clawed into my halo. (but really, i'm clean. i swear. i could pass a drug test. wait...how long does it take for speed to leave your system?)
uh oh. im halloucinating again.
fuck.
i can't speak to you.
i'm too busy trying not to let my guard down because the butterflies in my stomach will rise against me and ruin everything.
you make me feel foolish in a good way.
my neck hurts from all the double-takes.
i'm an asshole because i'm alive, and for that i'm sorry. i think i love you.
i'm addicted to MDMA. i've also started doing "speed".
oh, what days are these.
oh, what days these are.
it's funny. i don't even drink soda anymore.
it's been almost a year since i last snorted heroin, and i don't miss it at all. interesting life experience? sure.
but i can't really talk about it right now. it's just too fucked up.
i think i love you. i really do."
i want to inject drugs into my body through the hole i've scratched and clawed into my halo. (but really, i'm clean. i swear. i could pass a drug test. wait...how long does it take for speed to leave your system?)
uh oh. im halloucinating again.
fuck.
i can't speak to you.
i'm too busy trying not to let my guard down because the butterflies in my stomach will rise against me and ruin everything.
you make me feel foolish in a good way.
my neck hurts from all the double-takes.
i'm an asshole because i'm alive, and for that i'm sorry. i think i love you.
i'm addicted to MDMA. i've also started doing "speed".
oh, what days are these.
oh, what days these are.
it's funny. i don't even drink soda anymore.
it's been almost a year since i last snorted heroin, and i don't miss it at all. interesting life experience? sure.
but i can't really talk about it right now. it's just too fucked up.
i think i love you. i really do."