thinking about my knees at 15. got a sink full of bang hairs. i don’t want to have sex right now. fucking love picking my nose lately. and eating the boogers. today i am a well oiled machine. leaving a trail of smudge behind but who cares. if they get it they get it. there’s a pounding beneath my feet. it’s funny like a fart. and scaring me. not interested in pissing anyone off today. thinking about green and green only in my final hour on the job. desk job. ice box. bad place. blue on the lips and the nail beds just to pay rent and have a working toilet i can hover over while i stick my finger down my throat sometimes. i’ll be back tomorrow. i’ll sleep it all away and be back tomorrow.
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Premenstrual intercourse is a wobbly undertaking. Wash me if you love me, or leave me as I am or whatever. Sometimes I read like an inside joke. Funny and sad forever. Touch the lines of my story like a horny detective and I could get a good feeling from making you laugh. First draft holds the key but it’s only the beginning. Got the good word recently. No one to tell really, apparently. It’s grossly misrepresented in the movies so don’t watch those. Not sure what to watch now. Or who wants to watch what. He straightens my spine when I’m sitting in front of him. Not sure what it means. Feels nice. Feels like I can’t tell what’s nice. Coffee guy calls me rock star and some days I like it and some days I don’t deserve it.
Elena [Karaytcheva] tends to love being online. She writes clever things down and shares them on the good days. Usually in love and chronically afraid. She used to wander into any old place, now she thinks very carefully and writes it all down.
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