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this is what you’ll be replaced with?

August 18, 2011

confession?

July 25, 2011

I saw INSIDIOUS.

I fell asleep.

I wasn’t afraid, I was tired.

So stop facetwitting about it.

nebraska?

July 20, 2011

There’s only one man that I’mma serve in my whole life. And it’s me.

There’s something about Gaga and I. That makes my artist erect.

fuck you and your (things i’m leaving out because1-10)?

July 20, 2011

My quotes have found a new home.

They now lie in the butt-end of my book.

Some day, my thoughts and the thoughts of my heroes will be one. And I will burst into flames in the sky and on every television in the nation.

cobwebs and blogs about my dick. whoops.

defense?

July 5, 2011

 

Love, CA

what should i read next?

July 4, 2011

a poem by @jonbenet?

July 4, 2011

Oh, Sylvia. I figured out what you did.

write some, go insane, write a lot, stick you head in the oven, become famous and renowned.

Recipe for success.

Although, nowadays, no one really cares much for writers. The world’s moved on to things larger than printed words, so I’ll have to adjust and update.

take some nude photos, go insane, take a lot of nude photos, drive a car off a cliff.

shaving?

July 4, 2011

After a while, the skin, like the soul, becomes a friend to assault.

seewhatididthere

sylvia?

July 2, 2011

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“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: “I’ll go take a hot bath.”

I meditate in the bath. The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water’s up to your neck.

I remember the ceiling over every bathtub I’ve stretched out in. I remember the textures of the ceilings and the cracks and the colors and the damp spots and the light fixtures. I remember the tubs, too: the antique griffin-legged tubs, and the modern coffin-shaped tubs, and the fancy pink marble tubs overlooking indoor lily ponds, and I remember the shapes sizes of the water taps and the different sorts of soap holders.

I never feel so much myself as when I’m in a hot bath.”

sitting and waiting?

July 2, 2011

I’m currently sitting in the back seat of my car in traffic along with many other people in many other seats of many other cars.

And I want to know about them all. I want to know about you all. I want to know all about you. I want you to know all about them.

But until I do, I’ll just make up stories and lies.

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