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United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY.
This is my blogchalk:
United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY.
Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. - sylvia.plath
Nobody's creepy from the inside, Hazel. Some of them are sad, and some of them hurt, and some of them think they're the only real thing in the world. But they're not creepy. - Death
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Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility. -Delirium
2002-06-12 - 3:29 a.m.
i'm drunk on rum and cokes and tequila shots. mike cooked us london broil, scalloped potatoes and garlic rice. stoned into serenity.
frank sinatra singing 'young at heart'. i'm feeling like flowers from vendors and skyscraper alleyways, dancing in stairwells in the rain, calling out to you from the window of the 13th floor apartment and throwing petals in your eyes. dancing in elevators to the eyes of imaginary lovers, every song in your throat a resurrection. winter-time scarves tying you to my waist as we tumbled through snow drifts in central park. frankie in drag you sang 'witchcraft' to me from under the bridge, pretending to be derelict without our love. i poured champagne on your head and ran home laughing because it was only a dream.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
