perpetually ex post facto
and blowing out the words, smiles which bloom
into the riotous lights of Paris!; It's A Kind Of Death.
I was not born a paris-darling.
Author! Author!
I am a sponge, mid-soak.
offended by sad-jeaned whores.
Introduce yourself:
consciousness: when one finds oneself so unable to handle the base operations of living (eye contact, small talk, and regular breathing included)
self-consciousness: when the former results in a gait bow-legged enough to be mistaken for walking in a constant stream of apologetic curtsies
I LIKE IT HERE
a morning, magnetic. a call-and-response.
and the whole morning was blown! wide! open!
just pour your eyes out, just pour
POWERS OF NEGOTIATION: we are, as humans, constant bargainers-- for time, with time, against time.
i should like very much to be BE-RIBBONED.
o my darlin', oh my darlin'
(pour mon premier mimi darlin')
-
FLEUROTICISM:
erotica, from the stamen onwards, virtuosos of petalruption
(ylang! ylang, POP!)
-
BRIGHT YOUNG THINGS
the question is: does my life have a sort of terrible narrative inevitability? girl's so serious, see, ahh so seeer-iouss
be still now, we're almost done.
here is a moment of silence in between, a sort of palette cleanser for the non-food digestibles of a day
LIVING: IT'S A DYING ART
how to: optimistic urbanity, or, the OPTIC POP!
sadly, my skin's got a shitty cost-per-wear complex, so trompe l'oeil everyone, trompe the l-o-e-i-l
and blowing out the words, smiles which bloom
into the riotous lights of Paris!; It's A Kind Of Death.
I was not born a paris-darling.
Author! Author!
I am a sponge, mid-soak.
offended by sad-jeaned whores.
Introduce yourself:
consciousness: when one finds oneself so unable to handle the base operations of living (eye contact, small talk, and regular breathing included)
self-consciousness: when the former results in a gait bow-legged enough to be mistaken for walking in a constant stream of apologetic curtsies
I LIKE IT HERE
a morning, magnetic. a call-and-response.
and the whole morning was blown! wide! open!
just pour your eyes out, just pour
POWERS OF NEGOTIATION: we are, as humans, constant bargainers-- for time, with time, against time.
i should like very much to be BE-RIBBONED.
o my darlin', oh my darlin'
(pour mon premier mimi darlin')
-
FLEUROTICISM:
erotica, from the stamen onwards, virtuosos of petalruption
(ylang! ylang, POP!)
-
BRIGHT YOUNG THINGS
the question is: does my life have a sort of terrible narrative inevitability? girl's so serious, see, ahh so seeer-iouss
be still now, we're almost done.
here is a moment of silence in between, a sort of palette cleanser for the non-food digestibles of a day
LIVING: IT'S A DYING ART
how to: optimistic urbanity, or, the OPTIC POP!
sadly, my skin's got a shitty cost-per-wear complex, so trompe l'oeil everyone, trompe the l-o-e-i-l
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