she thought it would be fun to try photography. she thought it would be fun to try pornography. she thought it would be fun to try most anything. she was tired of sleeping..
dialogue: mom [stripper with green toe-nails, talks to photographs]. son [tired, small. thinks his father is robot & has wires in brain]. yes. this shall be it. they will discuss chicken soup and bots. sweet. thank you to the one person who responded (<3), mon avril amie.
i gave him some of my bracelets. it made me think of you. even though this diary is probably non-existent to you now..it made me think of you and uncomfortable touching compared to rolling in laundry piles and hands on stomachs in the grass. it was almost sad. for a second. and then i remembered that i'm not yet seventeen. and that i should be allowed air to breathe when im choking...
much work. little time.
hearts to stars.
<3ah.lex
beautiful, only slightly mental
