10:21am Milennial awakens. Milennial does not know concept of privacy or morning routines. Let's post this thought on Facebook. 11:03am Still on Facebook. Posts selfie. I am so pretty. Caption reads: "Here is me next to a bird man stabbing a helpless creature, at MIT." I am so pretty. 11:31am Goes down to get tea.… Continue reading I’m fucking addicted to Facebook. Ode to the Facebook
Grotesque, the dog, she cleans up the blood of the destruction. As always. She naked by choice? She seems a butch, no? Does she. Is that carcass too, female? Still clean all around, beside the blood that spatters the floor.
Ah hum. The pretty face, the pretty face. I suppose I use it for its reason. I am a big fan of juxtapose. My insides, they are not so pretty. But I like to perfect the outer shell as I am. To trick people! Catch them in their act. Assuming me to be as pristine… Continue reading The Pretty Face
Where I reflect on all the hypocrisy in the world. My philosophy on it here.
The title of this post turned into a piece now published at Eclectica Magazine, the world's oldest online magazine. If they accepted pictures, these would be in there.
I have not done any formal reading on the philosophy of crying. So I do not know if such a topic even exists. Crying is controversial. It is taboo. We turn away at others who cry in public. We hide the tears in public if they are our own. It is an intimate event, or… Continue reading Philosophy of Crying
This is my bathroom. As you can see I like to simultaneously be Hoe Slut Princess Bitch creative genius at the same time. I have dried flowers in an empty recycled water bottle to the left. Somehow they worked out to be that way without even my intentional magic. Although when I move them to… Continue reading Decor
After he did that shit to my body, or Hes (plural) I am kind of wondering how to go about living in it now since I am unsure who owns it... me or him? or Him? or Them. So I choose like no other. I choose and I choose. I choose to choose. When I… Continue reading Being on Your Period and Being a Hoe