lily

Its raining in brooklyn. I need to leave the city. Its that gypsy blood. Got a letter from my homegirl, she's starting a collective in portland, maybe I'll join her. It'd be cool to live with a bunch of friends, mostly crazy artists and work there too. They have some good strip clubs. The rain used to make me so depressed though but maybe it would give me time to recluse and work on my book. I saw the SG book. It looked Beautiful. Missy did a great job. You should get one.
Love, Lily

its weird how people can misinterpret language. when i write, i write from my heart. maybe sometimes it can come out and make you sick. But before you leave me messages telling me what i need to do remember that you don't know me or anything about my life really. Sorry i just didn't appreciate a couple of the comments from my last entry. If my writing makes you sick, don't read it. I'm pleased to get such strong reactions though.