Dear reader(s) --
Today I want to be happy.
I would like to give a Julia a rest.
I practiced a woman, a crazy woman.
I wish that I could lose.
Mom, I love you, but I can't stay unless I go crazy.
The above are lines that might constitute [Julia?]
Within the truth is
Girl, you want sex.
Outside, the restraints are: why is there a lover?
Gruesome (Shaida) Julia
ANd with a lot of precious plodding
I am fucked.
Strangers in the Night
Someone is shy.
Julia is me.
It's been a long time since I've been a --
That's what I thought a vagina was, my friends:
sort of a Courtney Love if life was a crackhead.
I've been trying to write honestly.
It seems that I cannot do that without being honest with myself.
I am a hindsight.
Shame is cheating.
Anger is truth.
Maybe i'm not a hindsight.
I like the way that the Goddess has become a glossed mission.
I wonder if anyone will comprehend the above sentence.
Thanks for reading --
I'm a client
Glue is not shit.