AND AFEW NOTES.
Firstly, a telegram.
Dissapearing shortly into some strange part of Western Massachusetts[STOP] Do not know what I am to find there[STOP]Want only to stay here and frolic and waste my mind away with loves and with sekksies and with fuckmuffins and with curious strangers [STOP] But am instead thrust forth into the wilderness.[STOP]. Godfuckingdamnit.[STOP].
Thank you.
And on that note, I have spent the day gloriously in love. Not only with my immidiate loves but with the ability to love, and the amazing morphic skin shedding and latching armed hugeness of the concept(word)concept, perception is a glorious prison, and I will never escape my "I".
Additionally, a public service announcement. I am not a cokehead. I do not do coke, coke is not currently a part of my life, was when it was only there in a small and silly way. Anyone who says otherwise can fuck themselves sideways.
Goodbye and Goodnight,
and to all of my loves, and to all of my lusts, and to all combination thereof,(if they arent in fact only catagories of each other), and to all of the nameless darlings and the beatstreet thrashers, and the club kids and the beautiful monsters, I WISH YOU GLORIOUS AND SUPERCOOL hott sekks.
and so on,
and so forth.
*lana*
no stop
