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 --
Hole.
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.
Lavender
Home
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
Priest, alive
Proust
Glue is not shit.
Me
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Julia you should be kind to yourself.
ReplyDeleteBeing brutal to yourself is not the same thing
as being honest to yourself.
There are people in the world who care for you ;-)
Lighten up ;-)
--- M