moving.from here to Paris.
20eme arr.
it's going to be really cool.
With MyselfLines, Shapes, Colors, Come naturally to me.With Myself
But when idle drawing Becomes idol drawing There is nowhere safe.
ParisThat morning That gray The rain and that cityParis
You made me relive it,
And in some ways I’m thankful.
But the morning The gray The rain and that city,
Were for me,
As you are.
And I have chosen neither.
In me there is
Mourning. Gray. And rain. But that is not you.
Now, you make me want To touch Feel
Sense See Love Everything.
To wish I had taken that time And let it into me, To let it see my fear My hope As you try to do.
Then may
The ParadoxTo purge you must eliminate the good and light before parting with the heavy. Severing it from you. The way a self-interested mother parts with a child in fits of sadness and confusion. Why do I bother with the light? If i'm going to lose it?The Paradox
When its better to be empty than satisfied, and empty is satisfaction. The world I've created for myself. To be gone is to exist, and existence means disapearing.
All of these catch-22s have meaning. The paradox, to me, is attainable.
The grease on my skin. The grime and dirt in my mind, is my allowance for the day. I allow myself to have. Allow myself not to have.
1We’re in a rental car that my family got from the airport. We’re headed for a town in the middle of Massachusetts. I don’t remember the address. I don’t want to know it. I don’t want to live here. I sit in the backseat and draw. I try not to listen to my mother and father talk about the new neighbors. I’m drawing pictures of my uncle in red. I only draw in red, and I only draw my uncle. He died eight weeks ago. The last time I saw him he was dead on the sofa in Dijon. I thought that he was asleep. If no one has told me that he had killed himself I wouldn’t have realized that he was dead until I didn’t see him again, or was dragged to a funera1
DestinationsDestinationsDestinations
Ambition cuts all faulty chords that have fastened themselves to my inner beat. For 10 years I have risen no higher than the hand in my palm. For love and the scent of fresh air—this is the first day of my life.
Hours with my mind in a lake, I soaked
every intent my will ever produced and finally all three of us are clean. It has started with a small destination but with every independent beginning
-- I will progress magnificently, kissing cheeks along the way.
All the world needs are more strangers willing to transcen
Pandora2Honey'Honey ! honey ! ' she cried.running after me ' would you like to buy some honey? sweet and sticky .'Honey
i smiled halfheartedly.and got on to walking she approached another healthy man and threw the same words.
two girls were huddling in a corner both looking equally sad and badly drawn. ' i will cut my hair and bind my breasts let us run away and never return ',the fair black haired cried the red haired took her hands and folded them in hers ' this will never work.sweetie honey, dont you cry ' ' Fire ! dont you burn. ' a grave shout from an old man behin
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the day you joined DA is my birthday!
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won't you slide into my room?
just slide-into my room
and i will
run a w a y
never mind my bruises.
hug me.kiss me.suck my juices.
you are so sweet
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