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my shoulders got so brown today that i hurt my neck so bad, trying to look at them. i couldnt stop because it looked like the back of someone else. there are new freckles and six bugbites between my shoulderblades that appear as constellations. i cried for three hours tonight and my eyes never looked so nice. the only thing i am comforted by is ( Read more... )

i walked around it, i thought about it, all night long.

We favor the simple expression of the complex thought. We are for the large shape because it has the impact of the unequivocal. We wish to reassert the picture plane. We are for flat forms because they destroy illusion and reveal truth.

the mix-up is due not to you but to the fact that no matter how intelligent i grow i have no control over my moods. every day is seen through the prism of a mood that is a changing and undependable element. fortunately the predominant mood in this Coney Island of moods that i am is a sense of wonder, beauty, and the magical and the miraculous ( Read more... )

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spent the evening inking constellations on my palm.
oh fuck you jessie

how easy it is to take apart a house. to strip the curtains and the carpet, chizzle down the fingerprints to dust. before we bought this house, i had never been in a new house. when we came to visit, i was 8 years old. i layed down in my future closet. and breathed in big and deep because everything was so white and clean. // today i had to wake at ( Read more... )

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so i got in the car and he asked if i knew what day it was, what was written on my hand, the bruise on my face. wish i felt better. been walking around inside out. i'll just leave the room. my dreams have been violent and disgusting. they involve horrible sex acts and featureless faces. when speaking with strangers i get this unfathomable urge to ( Read more... )