- I’m so dry.
- Picture me: a wounded big, black, wild boar lying on a wooden floor, bleeding, grunting in pain, legs kicking in sorry spasms. It feels like I have been shot, somewhere, by someone. I did not see the shooter, and neither did I notice the arrow hitting my body. All I know is that the fire that sits in my belly is gone. It feels like waking up to a strange papercut, and any of the millions of papers across the world could be the culprit.
- This is an expression of regret. Perhaps if I journaled more consistently, more clearly, I might have caught the moment my flesh began to reek. Now I am buried, time of death unknown.
- I have an unfinished story in my drafts. It’s about me, lying on my back pantie-less, my dress pulled up to my nipples, and four men standing around me with scary thingies in their hands. The story is just lying there, half done, stale, sad, sorry.
- From the bottom of this shelf, I shall debase myself. There’s soon going to be a drunken poem about a man, for a man (he insists that I call him boy, not). Oh what have I become!
- Childish Gambino has new music out so perhaps I shall survive the Apocalypse (Cigarettes After Sex, anyone?)
- Oh, you don’t know about Childish Gambino, or Cigarettes After Sex? You uncultured swine? Ha.
- There’s a movie called The Book of Clarence where Jesus is just some stoned guy selling weed around the village. If you think about it hard enough, you might never stop laughing.
- Send me love letters here: uh.thatscute@gmail.com. Talk about anything. Your favorite pair of shoes, your favorite song, a film you think I should see, why you hate yourself, etc. End the letter with 5 totally random questions and I shall answer one of them in my next writings. I don’t even have to know your name.
- The Mercury-in-retrograde girlies, can I have a word?
- I probably just need to get laid.
- As a reminder, always err on the side of love (for the people you care about, ie). Maybe your unreturned texts are because the recipient (Schrödinger’s cat -wise), has been on the floor, convulsing, dying.
- See you soon, comprehensively.
