Sometimes I drink too much.
sometimes, i don't write for fear of writing down everything i know... sometimes, i just. don't. write. (valerie june) why are things so different than they used to be? before cell phones and the internet, i wrote profusely. in diaries. notebooks. journals with gold-leafed edges. on light greenish-blue or gray or black lines. on paper [...]
if practice is what prepares me, and preparation is what propels me, i want to practice excavating, removing thoughts and windows from my bones and soul and brainspace. there, i feel, hopefully, in a way that differs from every other american wanna-be, is something that promises reward upon release. i over-think, so much, and now, [...]
i won't lie, before i got into bed tonight, i put on a pair of nice panties. in case i have to be rushed by paramedics away from here, perhaps to die, i want nice panties on. not those too-small fuschia ones with white dots that i wore earlier. they kept inching down my butt, [...]
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