August 2009
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(973): Coffee is gods way of saying go ahead, get absolutly trashed on weeknights, I got your back
The hundreds of me cloned in the pink bathroom mirrors, we check out the make-up while the princess goes off to cat nap in the cabbage rose and old canopy bed glory of the master bedroom. I find Darvocets and Percodans and Compazines, Nembutals and Percocets. Oral estrogens. Anti-androgens. Progestons. Transdermal estrogen patches. I find none of Brandy’s colors, no Rusty Rose blusher. No...
Where the Wild Things Are
Max: I'm Max. I'm an explorer, I travel by sea. I used to travel by air.
KW: Obviously you have no home or family.
Max: Well, I? have one of those but...
KW: But you ate them all?
Max: No! I have no plans to eat anyone!
I miss the sound of your voice And I miss the rush of your skin And I miss the still of the silence As you breathe out and I breathe in