i have a story to tell.

that snail crawling along the edge of a razor is more real than ever.

be clever be clever be clever. don’t let down. it’s all you do . . . you used to write.

what is love? baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me..no more

i am here in one of the chairs, i am sitting and writing and listening to billie holiday and thinking, reflecting. it has been a journey.

this is the kind of thing that you do not put on the internet until you do, and why not?
it is so harmless. and, in its own way, so worthwhile.

in seriousness - love is that thing which

the man behind the curtain
never let her behind the curtain

fuck it. mom, dad, i’m fine - sorry this looks insane.