Saturday, September 20, 2014


Dance. Grind. Vogue. We battle.
Get on stage--get kicked off stage.
We swim in a sea of sweat.
Meeting with the Williamsburg set.

Sunday, September 7, 2014




missed opportunities

With plans of, straight-edge virgin

In my handwriting:

.Controlled Vulnerability Studies.

Score one for the chubby 13-year-old.

Workhouse Arts?
Black Turtleneck.

An unfortunate middle-schooler.

Lipstain on teeth all night--like a bloody genius.

To finally land a friend who, without prompt, mentions
the connection between dress, uniform, and implied personhood.