Dear Blood Sugar,

Kiss my ass.

Love,

Leilani

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Hell is insatiable.

Keep it quiet from the land of histrionics. We're too busy for that. We've got reality tv for that.
Bubbling I'm trying to keep it on the downlow. Keep on the "shhhhhhhh".
It is infinite ache over pleasure. It is not the last time I saw you. It is not the look on my mouth, but it is the look in my eyes, blank with fire.

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This world keeps dropping apples in my lap ( Read more... )

Do not try and close large warehouse loft windows on rainy night when the raindrops are coming in, because you will only invite an entire flood of water to enter your bed and floor.

Shit.

It's been a fucking week.

I thank the invention of the blow-dryer and return to my work...

Moving into a loftspace downtown sometime after Thursday.

I ought to move into a van instead.

Been crying on the bus all night because I love to cry. It's almost as good as sex.

I want to drive my fantasy van through a tree-lined road and sing Cyndi Lauper songs at the top of my lungs.

Dance class in the morning.

After a long day of customers begging me to read the backs of supplement bottles as they panic over their mortality and wonder if COQ-10 will help them live forever, and a bus ride filled with loud but undercultivated clairvoyant and clairaudient mediums, I walk through the gate to my house ( Read more... )