Because he'd insisted I do it, I felt held by him as I walked along.
The Secretary, 2002
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Because he'd insisted I do it, I felt held by him as I walked along.
The Secretary, 2002
On Perspective
I wasn’t put on this earth to fall in love with the girl, he said.
And I believed him.
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHswOhYeThA)
I had a thing to say,
I forgot a thing to say.
It's a 11-minute addictive song. Not healthy... Beautiful lyrics and sorry for the boring video [I had to cut the last 2 minutes, youtube rejected the full v...
It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you How can I explain?
I need you here and not here too
....But at least I author my own disaster ....At least I author my own disaster
I won my case. I left with damages.
...and I'm pretty sure entire my building already hates me.
On Territory
Hearth has place
Passion makes better
Work does more
On The Way Out
“I have to go,” he said. “I have to be there for the important stuff.” “What’s the important stuff?,” I asked.
“None of it.” “Then why’s it important?”
“It’s just the being there that’s important. You’ll see. In 10 years, you’ll understand.”
All the things you care about
Not so much
Anymore
I don’t want to offend you with my intolerable smokeweed
Or my devildontcares
It’s Saturday night, of course I’m blanching celery by myself.
I miss that stupid ache.
Mediums: Spray Paint, Paper, Collage
Accompanying Prose:
/ A ticking timebomb between my legs
/ Fainting flowers finding failure
/ Negotiating the terms of my womb
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These halls
These heels
Make for the large sounds
Of a small clydesdale