we both like black. sitting on the stairs, i laugh at the house. i tell you i'm laughing at myself. you think im laughing at your hair. this time im not so worried about what it is.
its good.
i'd like to compress a book of letters i will never show people.
then get it published. so the world will think they are for them.
i hope they find hope in them. and in the spaces i hope they smell the burn of mary janes vagina in my throat. i hope they breath the alcohol, and the aeresol brain cells. i hope they taste the hope i want to give them.
vanshising.
we are all.
vanishing.
its amazing.
isnt it?
white.
- April 13, 2010
- kelseyneujahr
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