Let’s give up.
February 20, 2015
November 24, 2014
The Exchange at Kappa Mu Phi
Hello I’m walking into the Brooklyn night and I’m saying hey look at me I’m making myself a target, please choose me I’m the prettiest one here, make me the object of your predation, hit me, if you want to be cruel break my nose with the butt of the gun the barrel is the end that thrills me, take everything I have it isn’t much but it isn’t about the taking it’s about the losing take it all lose it all.
November 18, 2014
sj-e-deactivated20150131 asked: You inspired me to write and now I'm selling my first book :) I cannot thank you enough! x
That’s fantastic! What’s the title/when is it out?
November 18, 2014
Preterition
How far did being good ever get you? Aren’t you just so tired of living your life in a perpetual state of apology? Of feeling shame for your lack of grace? For your weakness and fatigue? For the insurmountable distance between Who You Are and Who You Should Be? Come inside. Please, come back inside. Have a drink. Take off your clothes.
November 5, 2014
Nycthemeron
The substitution of vices, though not without certain discomforts, was not difficult. Cigarettes possessed the same fundamental and foundational pleasure that dope did, that all drugs did: The exquisite pleasure of watching snow kill the harvest, the beautiful, compulsive thrill of destroying himself.
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