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you left me for dead in a musty motel room in the dirty southwest. it was february and the texas sun was already burning my porcelain skin. a year in the northwest had been cruel to me. whiskey and barbituates. texas would end me. it was so sneaky and so cynical the way you did it. there was no knife to my heart. no punctured lung. you didn't shoot ( Read more... )

if i make it through this year...it will probably kill me.

i know i never update this thing anymore. i guess school and texas heat have sucked my last creative thoughts out of me ( Read more... )

i just bought plane tickets to costa rica for march 12th and im like so excited i could scream!!

our bodies were buried in the city. our legs, winding highways. our veins margins for imperfection. loss. lust. your skin was a shade darker than mine. you had spent five months in the desert improving your grammar and keen eyesight. i had spent three years draining pools and mixing sulfuric acid and chlorine. later i learned that was not a deadly ( Read more... )

it's always nice to know when you've finally reached the end.

First, name 20 people you know ( Read more... )

my best impersonation of courtney love.


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on thursday i leave for italy and the french riviera.

if any of you motherfuckers want postcards give me your address.

as unpromising as this may sound ill totally write.

i wont really miss anything, except this:


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