It's about three am, and I feel like being someone else somewhere else. I'm listening to the CD green eyes left behind (Denali, a merge of portishead and Souxie with that throw the covers over your head rainy day feel). He took some pretty fab shots of me putting on make up in my bathroom. I love my bathroom -wall paint crumbling with the lead chips clinging to the bar of soap near the tub.
So, you can't see the soap, but trust me, little flakes of paint are always present. I swim with bits of lead every bath.
I don't know what it is, but there is something in the air that makes me feel transparent and vulnerable. Maybe it's the moon, or maybe I'm forgetting the things I hold important. Remind me again what they are... ?
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the snooze button on your alarm is indispensible
giggles and gasoline make it all worth while
i may have a job at a PR firm in New Orleans
i know its hot
i like the hot
i dont mind taking off my clothes either if that what i have to do
id rather do that
than go slip sliding on the ice
and bother scraping snow of the car
and breaking my back shoveling snow to drive the car away
what kinda job are you looking for down there
how long have you been in the big sleazy