Here today... Gone tomorrow...

There is nobody [except eric weber... maybe... ok colin,trev&kev... maybe] who can understand the extent of the sorrow I am currently facing in this farwell. Please don't talk to me again until October 1oth, when he returns.

I am in mourning... even more mourning than when Isabella Blow died... SERIOUSLY.

Mau, you mean the world & more to me.
I can't comprehend the world... but You I can understand. And you are the only thing.

Family.


xo.... forever.
a.

Turning Frowns Upside-down :)

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH



its actually INSANE to me how i can go from being soooo sad in the morning & soooo happy only hours later. thats FUCKED.
i bet i must be the worst girlfriend EVER.

awesome! i couldnt care less!!

i guess i am crazy... DOPE! what an awesome cop-out!

Mau (distance) Mau

the mau maus will be seperated for about 6 weeks. it will be a hard time. but its important that one makes a journey out of the tribe for awhile.
who will keep them together?! who will be tardy!? how will the world relate to timeliness once this mau has gone??
this could get dirty.

you will always be the 1/16th!

xo.

have fun. learn. eat your wheaties & keep clean.

They've got more bounce in... Wherever the F* you are right now.

I wish I could bounce around from man to man boy to boy, incite emotion by saying what people want to hear.... take that emotion & then collect a little metal statue a couple times a year & call it art.



that would be meaningful... if i were actually just horribly lonely & in pain.

to each his own, lover.

Even After All...

Even after all the murdering that go on
Even after all oh no your suffering sow
You know I love you so
You know I love so and so
Even after all
You just survive soldier
And your soul is beautiful
And your soul is good

-Finley Quaye


you say you love loving my madonna/whore dichotomy. i say you dont know me.
& i only think i know you.




i fucking hate loving you. i really do. you're imaginary.. the person you say you are doesnt exist & i am left with nothing and everything, all that i dont want. but a feeling i cant let go of.


this excess is in my nature... this overabundant cascade of emotions & using words that are too severe for my intellect to believe in.
but i am running with my instincts & waiting for my slow, patient intellect to catch up again.

when you read this you will think im talking about someone else, i must be.
but you only think that because you dont know me.


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i just want you to play me a sad song. i want you to make me cry.
but in front of you this time.
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