
Janaina Medeiros

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@sizzyrocket
by sizzy rocket from the RAT 2023 zine
SIZZY ROCKET. Polaroids: WMF, 2024
How did you come up with the name Sizzy Rocket?
I wanted to be a punk icon. it just happened.
Daybreak - Antonio Peticov (1982)
6/18/18
6/18/18
Last night, sipping orange wine and talking to strangers on the east side, burning yellow with the universe and restless in my confusion. Pain only becomes unbearable when you assign meaning to it…all those years walking around new york city like an open wound, swaying, a neon catastrophe at the electric room, kissing girls I wasn’t supposed to, waking up in hotel rooms, casting my future aside for a temporary present, nothing is for certain and it still isn’t, here in LA with all of the hopefuls and the romantics and the bright-eyed twenty-somethings (us) chasing after the dreams in our heads like it’s supposed to matter. The kids can tell when you’re faking it, that’s always been true - but I don’t know what’s real anymore, and I don’t know where I fit into the madness…with the NYU kids in leather jackets, leaning up against the Bowery and smoking cigarettes, talking about philosphers and trying to make sense of a hopeless city existence, the AC unit in the window, the starry-eyed Brooklyn lovers, you and I, running down 5th avenue to play in the fountain and discuss our love story one more time, just to make sure it really is permanent, dying my hair blue in my dorm room, wasting those years like sand running through my fingers, little baggies at the bottom of my purse, long nights at The Box drinking champagne from the bottle, how was I supposed to know none of that would push me forward in the buzzing way I really wanted? It is a feeling similar to regret, but not necessarily the idea of wanting to “take it all back” - more like wanting to go back and worry less, enjoy the starry nights and the youth running and the soul crushing ache and the stains on the carpet and the horrible way in which I loved you.
Wendy O. Williams - The Plasmatics
a new one <3
NHIE (NEVER HAVE I EVER)
Never have I ever been met with such force that I forgot to turn the water on and now everything is soaked in sweat and blood
Never have I ever kissed a boy and not immediately fallen in lovehell, broken my teeth, lost everything like a casino and ruined my own life (whatever, I still wouldn’t change a thing)
Never have I ever given it all up at the drop of a hat, like a shot in the dark, strung out in Hollywood with the lights off and the moon full and the ghosts of my exes following me into head shops (I don’t regret any of my matching tattoos, I don’t regret you)
Never have I ever fallen from the sky and into a dirt lot across the street from our hotel where we told each other secrets on top of a gravel mound and made a whole lot of something out of nothing
Never have I ever drank cheap white wine out of a brown bag with a girl I barely loved on a holiday inn bench somewhere in Indiana and let her bite into my soul like a perfect pink apple (not ever, not once)
Never have I ever lost myself on the side of a highway and hitch hiked my way back to sanity just so I could say hello to a man with brown eyes and a bat tattoo who never cared about me and never will but it doesn’t matter because I laid in the middle of the street for him like a starfish and he ran over me with his car and I still have the tire marks, those you can’t take back
Never have I ever said no when god has asked to smoke me out, even though we end up fucking and it’s never like how I thought it would be
Never have I ever gotten an injection that felt like Jesus in a tidal wave, hanging from the dashboard, telling me lies that taste like dope sugar poison and maybe that’s why I feel so empty, so haggard
Never have I ever believed what my television told me, the colors are too bright to be true
Never have I ever had a new crush and not bitten the head off, slurped up the blood, devoured the bones, licked up the flavor, every last drop
Never have I ever told a bitch to her face how fucking mean she is because the truth needs to be said but this is not something we value as a society anymore
Never have I ever tried to escape a doom so imminent that all I had was a stack of pennies, a condom and a wallet with nothing in it but a black and white photo of people I no longer recognized
Never have I ever not done absolutely anything for love, apparently and god is it embarrassing
sorry i was passionate & intense & insane. it will happen again
[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text. Front: A dream you have will come true. Lucky Numbers 3, 56, 32, 38, 25, 42 Back: Wine, Chinese text (jiǔ)]
Nightstick (1987)