(no subject)
came home from a dinner party tonight and my mom managed to take the extra effort to climb up the stairs to lay down on my bed while i'm writing only to pass out curled in a ball smelling heavily of gin & tonics muttering that they were too strong and that my hands smell like honey. i have to say that i smell like sake with every burp and i fall asleep holding my tongue remembering David Bowie shoot a fake gun in a man who fell to earth while fucking Candy Clark. and i've never held a gun but i feel the pull like an upcoming orgasm or the vibration of that one person standing next to you. i want to say that i'm no longer so full of resistance.