my my how the nights fly bi on little bat wings, or floats away on lovers whispers ( i do adore sweet nothings that turn into sweet things. It's like fucking rock candy- sugar wished into a fucking dimond and all inked up like a Hell Bettie on the run)
can you belive it's been been a god damn month since my last post? ( well a bit over a fortnight at least) my fingers bleed from vigorous workouts -but how i love it!
FINALLY my first "child" Optic Rose popped her Boston cherry which a stunning performance at le Midway Cafe (fuck i'm from New Hampshire i call Jamacia Plain Boston if i so desire!) Like most devirginiseing ( i adore creating spellings and words what loverly normalcy) cerimonys, the anticapation was yummie and oh what a bloody mess but IT FELT SO DAMN GOOD. Bits of her hymin where left all over the stage (well, bobby pins and a few of Sickert's dreads at least)
do i look differnt now that i'm not a virgin?
heres to the night ,to Dr. Frog and the Marones, to vegatables that turn such a beautiful green when they are boiled, to Vega's dolly dress, to my cello's stripped neck, to pink nighties dotted with black hearts, to thin ice and finally to Sickert's grand aunt Joanie who(m?) passed away on Friday. I never met you untill you left this world but i weep for the end of an dynasty. all the sisters are dead.
***burried in poems a blaket-no a shroud of daisys picked last May my present company dreaming of riffs, baby dolls and ways to kill a zombie***
xoxo,
Mary
can you belive it's been been a god damn month since my last post? ( well a bit over a fortnight at least) my fingers bleed from vigorous workouts -but how i love it!
FINALLY my first "child" Optic Rose popped her Boston cherry which a stunning performance at le Midway Cafe (fuck i'm from New Hampshire i call Jamacia Plain Boston if i so desire!) Like most devirginiseing ( i adore creating spellings and words what loverly normalcy) cerimonys, the anticapation was yummie and oh what a bloody mess but IT FELT SO DAMN GOOD. Bits of her hymin where left all over the stage (well, bobby pins and a few of Sickert's dreads at least)
do i look differnt now that i'm not a virgin?
heres to the night ,to Dr. Frog and the Marones, to vegatables that turn such a beautiful green when they are boiled, to Vega's dolly dress, to my cello's stripped neck, to pink nighties dotted with black hearts, to thin ice and finally to Sickert's grand aunt Joanie who(m?) passed away on Friday. I never met you untill you left this world but i weep for the end of an dynasty. all the sisters are dead.
***burried in poems a blaket-no a shroud of daisys picked last May my present company dreaming of riffs, baby dolls and ways to kill a zombie***
xoxo,
Mary
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Kyle
I'm all yours
/fantasy mode off]
Maybe it'll come true someday..but even just a pic would be delicious.
Kyle