When I grow up, I'm gonna be un-American. When next I sleep, I will be riding planes over oceans. When I tell you hello, I will shout it from Australia.
My sister had me take the pictures for her architecture portfolio....my parents wonder how I became such a good photographer. I didn't have the heart to say "well, mom and dad...I've studied pornography in excess."
That's a great story! Mischevious spirits in those times are a damn fine thing.
I'm doing better than I expected. Every time I think I'm about to completely lose my shit, I haven't. The time for wailing and gnashing of teeth was when there was something to be done about it. My grandma and I have known since he was a little kid that his life was destined to turn out different, this was never unexpected, just a shock.
Passion is the single part of me that I would like to live forever. The desire to cry so hard my throat bleeds. To love so deeply the skin tears. To scream and crack and destroy all because there is something in me too intense to stand still. The need to kill. Anything.
I live a life of abstinance. I whisper in hallways. I hide.
I remember leaving school, and going through a couple of years of people (i) getting married, (ii) dying and (iii) celebrating 21st birthdays. In that order, mostly. (Not all the same peopple, of course.) Weird.
very good point dear. I try my hardest not to have any expectations but I suppose inevitably I do; just that it would be nice if it were enjoyable, in the least, not a shit-fight
we both like encyclopaedia anatomica!
We should go out for drinkies