They traded stories the way people pass a cigarette back and forth.

“If you knew me, you’d already know the answer to that,” she said. We were fighting I realized.

Best writing advice you’ve received? 
Press on the bruise. 

The next day, she threatened to slit my throat in the dead of night, said my sheets would run redder than every last cunt in Orange County.

There were all these portraits of me hung on the walls and they would dance on the frames,
 the shadow people that spiritually strapped my body to the mattress.

“You want to go to Heaven with me tonight?” Juniper delicately dropped one of the pieces of sandwich into her mouth.

The universe seemed filled with women, aside from my brother and I it was all women and they did everything and chatted amiably amongst themselves,

The cow udder, Freud wrote, was in its form a penis and in its nature a breast, and therefore the intermediary between penis and breast. The blowjob was therefore the image of innocence.

We had enough coke on us to keep the entire party going until sunrise, and when the late arrivals started trickling in, we got practical.

“No it’s not. Those are weird internet people. Have you tried making real-life friends?”

Book: Alice, or The Wild Girl

Cincinnati radicalized me.

DIY Girl turns shit into sugar, men into murderers. DIY Girl is a melted qt-colored crayon

Snow misted, or so I remember
I was awake, but only partly
Somewhere beyond dreams
In my space between nightmares
Laying in the dark
And lying that things were still light
Outside, the city sat

Art is, to me, a balance between what you say and what you don’t. What you let a stranger’s imagination fill in.

She thought of writing as not just a plea to be seen but a plea to be loved.

standing around in my underwear
in the kitchen Christmas Eve

Last week I arrived in Montreal with no particular address in mind.

It was August 26th and my lease started September 1st. A more intelligent being would point out that there may be a problem with

I. xaxaxaxa
I don’t consider myself esoteric or mystical, but while tidying my desk I found a little square
sticker with just the number 8 on it; I think it fell off the new t-shirt I was

gargoyles
and sorries