finally, a REAL entryyyy at 3inthemorning
i dont like losing friends, so let's take it a step further, i'll tell you a secret and you tell me yours as anonymous if you want. if you like to be silly, write it to me in a little poem, haiku, lyric funny, and i'll pay you in penny dreadfulls of L♥VE. an egg to the one that amuses me. i'll fabriche my ♥ to the winner and several of those yellow sugar mallows. it's easy, just do what i do:
you may already know this if you know me in real life...BUT the truth is, i have okay taste in clothes, and almost no sense of FASHION OMG!!! what a tragedy i mean how can you live in a major city and not have access to allthatsFETCH...you knoooow, it's the new party store were you can pick out a gorge-yourself outfit for NICKELS AND DIMES--which in merrywanna culture they say, barters for one or two sticks of pot for the uninitiated. you will not believe how much structure i lack when composing an outfit.
it's just the right amount to be uncool-ugly--which is different from post-modern-ugly, CKBe-ugly, or ugly-beautiful: using the elementary tactics of optic-aliteration, my matching colors, primaries and pallets that wake you from toddy-zoocracker-juicebox days. Let's see now, on my Young, Modern & Sassy cover story: girls with loose realities love to find puzzle peices on the pavement. they fuck like a circus and stretch their limbs off the sides of boats on warm summer afternoons. they like to drop lined hooks in the lake, wearing strawberried bosoms, smart with pressed cotton dresses.
you know people used to wear buffalo beards over their tuffrugs and pig heads in their laps and swam with feathered sea foul on pleaseant days. now why fret over what to wear to a dinner engagement or to pancake circus with smiling shy boys and nervous stomache? churning is OK as we all delight in butter, but leave the butterflies to the butter-making and don't be afraid to eat with your cheeks full of angst and anticipation, or your eyes naked with heart-on vulnerability. smmmelllzzsss don't intend to offend. true friends love your feelings, your fair moans notnot not urpheromones. everybody likes a well-disciplined fash[ion]ist? well i dont, so straight up the collar with you!!! it's nonsense! what are fash ions? do they wake your muse? all i can think of is elaborately decorated atoms, molecules that make sugar frosting and the simple pigments that bleed onto the fluffycream skin on cakes. please, i invite you to flatter the devil's food. it was meant to look good on you.
http://christianecegavske.com/BTRS_Movie.html
you may already know this if you know me in real life...BUT the truth is, i have okay taste in clothes, and almost no sense of FASHION OMG!!! what a tragedy i mean how can you live in a major city and not have access to allthatsFETCH...you knoooow, it's the new party store were you can pick out a gorge-yourself outfit for NICKELS AND DIMES--which in merrywanna culture they say, barters for one or two sticks of pot for the uninitiated. you will not believe how much structure i lack when composing an outfit.
it's just the right amount to be uncool-ugly--which is different from post-modern-ugly, CKBe-ugly, or ugly-beautiful: using the elementary tactics of optic-aliteration, my matching colors, primaries and pallets that wake you from toddy-zoocracker-juicebox days. Let's see now, on my Young, Modern & Sassy cover story: girls with loose realities love to find puzzle peices on the pavement. they fuck like a circus and stretch their limbs off the sides of boats on warm summer afternoons. they like to drop lined hooks in the lake, wearing strawberried bosoms, smart with pressed cotton dresses.
you know people used to wear buffalo beards over their tuffrugs and pig heads in their laps and swam with feathered sea foul on pleaseant days. now why fret over what to wear to a dinner engagement or to pancake circus with smiling shy boys and nervous stomache? churning is OK as we all delight in butter, but leave the butterflies to the butter-making and don't be afraid to eat with your cheeks full of angst and anticipation, or your eyes naked with heart-on vulnerability. smmmelllzzsss don't intend to offend. true friends love your feelings, your fair moans notnot not urpheromones. everybody likes a well-disciplined fash[ion]ist? well i dont, so straight up the collar with you!!! it's nonsense! what are fash ions? do they wake your muse? all i can think of is elaborately decorated atoms, molecules that make sugar frosting and the simple pigments that bleed onto the fluffycream skin on cakes. please, i invite you to flatter the devil's food. it was meant to look good on you.
http://christianecegavske.com/BTRS_Movie.html