and i am still not getting what i want.
i want to touch the back of your right arm.
and i wish you could remind who i was.
because everyday i'm a little further off.
i want to touch the back of your right arm.
and i wish you could remind who i was.
because everyday i'm a little further off.
the show was BEAUTIFUL.
the danger ensemble were a beautiful acting troupe.
met amanda again. did not cry.
she gave me a hug and nuzzled my neck.
i got a shiver down my spine.
neil gaiman is weirdly hot. saw azaria. nearly died. such a sweet and beautiful man.
saw margaret cho try and fuck someone in the ass with a dildo.
fell in love with an androgynous man from australia who was completely hairless.
zoe keating winked at me. and tried to tell me something but couldnt think of the words.
oh and i came across some crime evidence.
theyre a bunch of pictures of some dead woman. :/
here's one of them.
the dead photos of the girl inspired me and june to take dead pictures of ourselves down hollywood. it didnt really work out. we just looked like some passed out bums....... will post some later.
red jasper. rose quartz. tiger eye.
for only you.....
1 comment:
omg that picture is fucking CRAY-CRAY!
i love your poem! idk why though, but i connected with it for some deep reason
:-D
haaaay cadillac-records haaaaay!
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