Love Begins
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cumming
is like when your thumb presses soft and firm, bending a wad of pages
where you mean to let only one pass
instead a slippery batch flutter passed your white cornered thumb and
before you know it there are ten pages
up and awake and exposed
until you put them down and
til it’s time to do it again
show me your teeth
photo by julia mendoza friedman
photo by julia mendoza friedman
photo by julia mendoza friedman
things I said to my girlfriend Julia that she wrote down and later emailed me #thots
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note to self
“First you must learn what human nature was in the beginning and what has happened to it since, because long ago our nature was not what it is now, but very different. There were three kinds of hum
find the definition of love here - last sentence :-)
Alix by Antoine Legond Via Flickr: © antoine legond www.instagram.com/antoinelegond/
Leonor Fini __ femme costumée, 1938
what i imagined i’d say if the man i love asked me to open up to him, and i dared to, but i somehow finished on a stage under a spotlight feeling anything but pain
“I just feel like I’ve been giving my self out these last few years. For the sake of experience. And now that I have the brains, the fucking bone structure, nutrients, to process and digest things in a thorough order, in a way that I can make great art - great art defined by the pouring of my pure soul, not the quality of the product - I have all these burned out cables for nerves. But they are the only ones I’ve been given in this life to use. And now that I know the life of expression, I must try to live as long as I can and get the most out of it. But these cables… are where I begin. These nerve endings that I’ve overstimulated with the greatest fucks and feelings thus far, I have to make something with them. Give them meaning even if it’s been declared meaningless, by me or anyone involved. And pin it up for a week, for show. Then bury it deep where the wolves won’t dig. Or else I’ll die in a year or two, and be forced to keep living, while death reeks from within me. Because I was too lazy to clean the shit when it started piling up.”
my last text to charlie fonts
“I just spoke too soon, and to the wrong person. I projected, I’m sorry. And I ruined it! Of course you think I’m no fun. All too bad. Xo”
