My fingers are stained with little cigarette burns and my ears sting from the icicle wind and Im lying in bed with the lights off and my heart racing my heart feels as plucky as those guitar string hanging in the air in waves or something like it. The shower is running but my muscles are weighing me down like a thousand pounds to by bed and the sound is soothing anyways. I feel like a big empty bag of marbles - mostly hollow but with some heavy stuff banging around inside my ribs if i move around too fast or too much. I guess I should get in the shower and pretend it’s summer rain.
all i want is for someone to play with my hair and feed me strawberries
Tonight I started a pleasure novel ie. not one from the mountain I have been given in the past while for school and I am grinning and glowing inside there is nothing like reading there is nothing like reading
For supper I had edemame beans for lunch I had cigarettes for breakfast I had coffee all the boys I know can go to hell
