Reddi Whip me into a frenzy.


i need a haircut.


let's do all the tiny intimate things i fantasize about constantly.


you would put your book-pages down on your extended legs and smoke and watch me writing at the roll-top and i would feel romantically unfulfilled and not look back at you until i heard your eyes shimmering with your back to the wall of my bedroom.


there is no need to draw lines.


today i wash my hair for you. maybe.


sometimes i stare at plants and wonder if they have feelings or if they would scream if we were to touch them or cut them and we just can't hear.


i drink and then have bad handwriting and i tend to drink and then write.


i feel bad and good to see you.

i feel good.

i look forward to it.

i experience sensations of worry and regret constantly.


you are pretty and you are snow and you are sad and you are my muse.


you are a desert and i grow on you despite all odds.