soon in deletion

Filing all exempt: it's not better, just wetter. So much for dating yourself, "What doesn't kill you makes you weaker." Going clear history on brain *clear history* I don't even care anymore. I don't even care...Old texts. No sex.

Something about your step-mom.

humor keeps you at a distance

I had a beautiful childhood,
Roughened by adolescence,
Everything since is between
but that has its own appeal

'cadaver' is one of those words you notice when you flip through pages and you hesitate, I say

Your name is written in my copy
of The History of Sexuality

Mother Other, make we right

Stop talking about them. Stop talking about them. Stop looking. Long. And, notice incongruous life with styles. Focus on another. Pasty-English-Affect, am I trashy?

we are superficial af and we are fines with it

Maybe...sucker for punishment? Get a PhD? Will I no longer be the least successful person I know? Make games? Will someone at CMU finally think my work is worthy of...anything? Will I eventually bore in conference and convention and lecture at Leagues?

our professional goals are to have a reputation

Are fetishism, wrong side of street, "I've done a lot for the inner"

squattt goalsss

played upon the 21st-century practice of inhabiting constructed online identities to escape reality, earn a lover's affections or scam a path toward success.

some like it home

Flight attendants...facial expressions+mannerisms...

We passenger, go up, stomach, head, "the floating state of being lost and insignificant", at once we all get off

"Our desperation bores him"
***
"The eternal high-school of the art world"

Biscoff now say vegan

in transit

Cars like coffins, we all look like graves

aren't we all kind of demagogues?

When I'm trying not to roll my eyes while someone
is talking, I pretend to be writing something too.

remake

Silence of the Lambs...instead of Jame Gumb it's me, and I am making my man suit with your corpses, and it's basically the story of me rn, in grad school...making my man suit with all of your corpses.

misspelling are made to intentionally make you question the author, we are on to you, Readers

Was going to say: sometimes when I listen to Goodbye Horses in the shower I fantasize about clawing at my arch nemesisisissususes throats with my bare hands.
                                                                                                                                      But they are mostly men, and I don't want them to know that I sometimes think of them when I'm in the shower.

DADDYman

My favorite thing to say is, "But, I think she is kind of sexist.
You know, towards men." Is a trap. Is how I know who to h8 4eva,
"That's really interesting that you picked up on that.".   Aries. Liar?

In all elevated respect,

you are my perzine

out there. okay, i forgive you

we all scare each other all the time. it's a real horror

title for series of shorts or a family channel, err freeform sitcom

Coming Can Cut

wishes wet asleep

Ya feel me?

gn, xoxo, KeB

Surgery sounds so simple.
Like something from E!
We want to be all places
at once. We, am scared.

do you think it is hard?

couldn't be

prefer blondes

tell me who's good, I need to understand 'worthy'

Do you know what it's like to be made aware
that someone notices the way your hair falls
around your ears, your neck--such soft skins
?
And feel so constantly surveyed and colonized
that you want to crawl in a fucking hole and disappear?
                                                                             As an adult?

reckless abandon.

Words

*aries finds it stupid*

*Aries doesn't put a lot of thought into their actions*

*Aries will argue with you*

*Aries does not have patience for insecurity*

Gaston from B&B was def an Aries

Smut. Apparently it's all sex & no debt the day before Halloween. Hillary mask. Her and I are syncing up nicely. Also, Capricorn.

what a moving performance last night

By Me

me.me

Basically, main goal in life:
make every dude feel gaslit af

Alcarelle, save me from this hellonearth

Some sage once told me that
realness is a losing battle,
"all the pleasurable aspects but
none of its serious side effects."

fondle my trigger, blame my fun

What should be clear, evades;
and they are smarter than that; and
so it is a distrust of the author; and,
not for lack of mental stamina; I
proposition you, like you did we,
exercise my Foucault. An institution
is an institution: a critique of one is
                              a critique of all.

Don't believe the hype, always appreciate
with change and intention, despite how
contrived. And, I thought you gave real. Fit. What's up?