oh shit, she's on[to] something.
she wanted to be a quantum physicist. national geographic, M.A.C. attack brown eye-liner. are scientists not civilians too? she said it's, lyonaise or some such bloated nonsensical french utterance. she slept on my bed, cannila spice. my hair is up in arms, broken fingers ---fractures "to" & "from" mail. love, love, lust. tahiti in pink -kalua [on fire], why put coffee flavoured syrup in coffee flavoured coffee? you be sweet; i'll be low. she feels her bowels enlarge, enraged. open doors, vacant gaze, crazed. [untellable imaginations]. keep it up, run it down, stick around, fly high, we're sweet & ---low flow toilets. socks & saucony, saks on 5th, avenues that lead to nowhere. you say "chemin" and i think "chemise." roads with trees, like shirts, right? fluffly collar early-mid-19th-century-wig-wearing bourgeoisie. L'AFRIQUE!