nave

Contemplation is a bastard. How do i begin when i left off so shitty? I create a new journal.

mr. popularity shun me with your tired beauty before my envy of jan saudek makes me small and i crawl around like a snail about to get crushed with the hammer of no ones devotion but i have devotion for the ugly boasting fool about to walk the plank of andy warhol's miserable misery wondering what it feels like to love a black man singing in georgia where i've never had a peach but i sure do want to be jan saudek's muse with a peach in hand while peter pan's shadow plays games with your soul in the back of the freshly wet canvas because art makes me cringe like the dream where brian eno was dancing with the devil in a turquoise tutu because turquoise is my new favorite color just like i can't get enough of jan saudek and sad songs but i'm not to fond of the way toxic shit doesn't float or sink like normal shit but bounces like bouncy balls down the stairs of your past corruption's leading to your future corruption's where i'm tied down with a bloody snake for my ears have burst from liberace belting out the story of my life but he forgot about my love for jan saudek and that is why i can not forgive you for your future mistakes but will you forgive me for wanting to have your abortion like marla told tyler before he fucked her?

oh did i mention that i love jan saudek.

Without Wax,
Nave