i found some poems today. they are dated January 5, 1995. they were for a creative writing class i took, my sophomore year in high school. they are awful in my eyes. i know that when i wrote them, they meant something. they were my medication, my counseling. that was a sad time.
feel the water dripping, leaving nothing but a stain.
i think i will go make cupcakes. cherry chip cupcakes with fluffy white frosting.
just watched a 2hour, Bettie Page special. someone taped it for me. that was so nice of them. it was fun to see all the footage of her. especially the short interview of her now as an *older* woman. of course she didn't show her face. she wants to be remembered for the way she was. which is almost sad in a way. oh how the camera loved her.
feel the water dripping, leaving nothing but a stain.
i think i will go make cupcakes. cherry chip cupcakes with fluffy white frosting.
just watched a 2hour, Bettie Page special. someone taped it for me. that was so nice of them. it was fun to see all the footage of her. especially the short interview of her now as an *older* woman. of course she didn't show her face. she wants to be remembered for the way she was. which is almost sad in a way. oh how the camera loved her.
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how long have you been writing? it'd be cool if you sent me something you've written.
sometimes i think about the fact that bettie page is still alive and it just seems so odd. and katherine hepburn. weird.