today today
more smoky treats..not my norm
and flourescent bevs
but no sadness and despair...
an exerpt if I please
and do I!
First a great quote:
"Smooth and smiling faces everywhere,
but ruin in their eyes."
---Sartre
Okay now some amusing
retro-youth inspired dramatics by Colette
Set the stage:
Kicked out of the house on my christmas vacation from second year in college because I was two minutes past my 2:00a curfew...it was blizzarding!
Diary Journal:
Funny. This is in Cleveland, but not really funny really because I really hate it. I'm living with Jamie. It is horrid. I twist . I die. I try to breathe but she is drowning me so easily. I thought she loved me. I thought I cared, but she grins so happily, grins with her open palm pressed so firmly over my mouth, my nose. Such a natural, sickish smile on such a beautiful face. Shall i be mundane? Speak of tired throbbing eyes? Reading Warhol? Smoking my eternally poetic Newports?
or shall I speak, write, express upon topics foreign, like...
raves...sex...beauty...life...death...little boys...dying girls?
a void purchase, and not just im my heart smile soul, my god I'm frigid and she only grimaced.
How can I be convincing? maybe I am just amusing as fuck. We tied up Sean and Lawrence to the futon and exploited each other and them. I made her breast bleed. We smiled in her smoky ridiculous Parma apartment giddy with fishnets baby oil candle wax cocaine popcorn.
more smoky treats..not my norm
and flourescent bevs
but no sadness and despair...
an exerpt if I please
and do I!
First a great quote:
"Smooth and smiling faces everywhere,
but ruin in their eyes."
---Sartre
Okay now some amusing
retro-youth inspired dramatics by Colette
Set the stage:
Kicked out of the house on my christmas vacation from second year in college because I was two minutes past my 2:00a curfew...it was blizzarding!
Diary Journal:
Funny. This is in Cleveland, but not really funny really because I really hate it. I'm living with Jamie. It is horrid. I twist . I die. I try to breathe but she is drowning me so easily. I thought she loved me. I thought I cared, but she grins so happily, grins with her open palm pressed so firmly over my mouth, my nose. Such a natural, sickish smile on such a beautiful face. Shall i be mundane? Speak of tired throbbing eyes? Reading Warhol? Smoking my eternally poetic Newports?
or shall I speak, write, express upon topics foreign, like...
raves...sex...beauty...life...death...little boys...dying girls?
a void purchase, and not just im my heart smile soul, my god I'm frigid and she only grimaced.
How can I be convincing? maybe I am just amusing as fuck. We tied up Sean and Lawrence to the futon and exploited each other and them. I made her breast bleed. We smiled in her smoky ridiculous Parma apartment giddy with fishnets baby oil candle wax cocaine popcorn.
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