Thursday, February 05, 2004
the sustained expectation of violence
cities that grow like networks of veins and branches.
blood omens. feeling real heart-frozen, everything meaningful.
"you wanna be like mustard but you cant ketchup"
A: i get just as ridiculed for what i am wearing as a grownup in high school as what i wore as a highschooler. maybe more so.
A: i fucking hate all this Elements of Literature bullshit!