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Alli Logout, Nashville 2019 Selling poster prints, ‘Xerox’ style to raise money for Alli ❧ 18″ x 24″ OR 11″ x 17″ vellum - $20 - $25 (or more!) All funds go directly to Alli Logout. email [email protected] for purchasing information.
Just like me when I’m red when I’m ready when I’m writing to you - lara rodriguez
Los Angeles, California November, 2018 Hollywood Angels Jess’ Tattoos Airport kissers: Jess and Sky
Los Angeles, California November, 2018 Boan LA’s Most Famous Miserable live at Zebulon Mel and Teeny Cat
Joshua Tree State Park - California, November 2018
Chasms + Sextile at Felte Celebration - LA, California November 2018
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Lara + crab legs, October 2018 Cam + Gus, October 2018 Daniel Bachman, October 2018 Carbon in diner, October 2018 Profligate @ Secret Project Robot, October 2018 Rachel + Mary as possessed, October 2018
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"I am fucking her. I am killing her"
(read in a diary in 2010)
Down House / Bedroom - ATL - January 2016
I’m not a guest, ‘cause I wasn’t invited (Alee Hosher)
Bedroom / Studio - ATL - January 2016
Fist City - Savannah - January 2016
8.17.15
I am looking at a photograph of the ocean. The sky is overcast and the driftwood is alien, in abundant form.
My stomach aches. Where the fuck am I.
Ca Va
The show won’t begin until well after midnight and it’s too hot and awkward to try and talk to people. I hide in the kitchen smoking cigarettes out the open window. It was never really confirmed as to whether or not I could smoke inside, so I just close the door and lean on the fridge.
Everyone here speaks in a thick french accent. Their voices are deep. Even the women. Ca Va scraps at the bottom of the barrel, with dark red lips and aloof bedroom eyes. I am jealous. French women are the pinnacle of strength and sex.
In contrast, I feel stupid and useless. A piece of plastic that might break.
This boy enters the kitchen and I try to hide my cigarette. In my mind he lives in the apartment. He waves me off. He lights his own. Nobody lives in the apartment.
No worry. No worry.
I am ashamed by my body’s reaction to him. He is young and quiet. Yet loose. His eyelids are fat and he sneers, a whole blunt to himself. And I feel like I want to fuck him. Not here or now, just in general. Like, it’s a possibility. I blush.
Perhaps he’s curious about me too.
Why is this American so ... sweaty?
Everyone in Canada seems so pale.
love plums
I love the plums. Asian plums. My sister bought them for me, yesterday.
They look like marbles and sit sour in my mouth. I am afraid I will eat them all and have none to look at. So I put them in the glass bowl that I know not to touch.
I feed my dog less food, because I worry about buying more. It makes me a terrible friend. But, I am afraid to ask Him for more money and I think my dog and I can live on a little less food anyway.
I live off Him now.
I try to make that okay. I could turn on the oven. But I don’t know how to cook.
I leave the plum pits around the house, in the couch, on the counter, in the bed. I know he hates them, but I always forget where I put them until he finds them.
he holds his hand out, bloody wet pit sits in its center. fruit stigmata.
I drink a lot of water, even though what I really want is that beer in the fridge.
It’s 11 A.M.
I do also drink the beer.
But I disguise it in little cups, so when he gets home from work it at first looks like a child’s cup of juice.