thisistoopersonalShe was tragically convinced flowers bloomed in the winter. Naked, she sits in the bathroom. Next to the only window no one could see into. Next to the sink that only had cold water. She takes her lipstick and writes on the mirrors when something particularly artistic and witty clogs her throat. The steam makes it run in long red streaks. She assumes her writing is so wounded that it bleeds. The real answer is that art is always cliche. Always she assumes the worst. Maybe she’ll find that written on the mirror one morning. Clothes make her feel disgusting, like she’s trying to hide something, some secret that everyone already knows anyway. Shthisistoopersonal
oh sylvia 2
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grab my camera to pretend I'm doing something
while I wait for life to hit me
There is no way that you are 38!?!
But APC and TooL do kick ASS.
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'Come to the edge,' he said
They said, 'We are afraid.'
'Come to the edge,' he said
They came.
He pushed them...
And they flew.
~Peter McWilliams
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*JUST LOVE*
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