inktober #13, 23 october 2015.The words sank in further as my eyes scanned the sentence again, stinging with the first drops of tears, tears I never could seem to will to come before, but that these days fall so freely. I let the words float through my mind before their inevitable land in my heart, the … Continue reading the pan i might have found.
from “fucked-up fairytales.” — comp book, 2000.Sit down, light a smoke, flip open my laptop. “Such a good title,” I think to myself as I type : Another Tuesday out in WeHo with Break, the boulevard draped with rainbows and hunky Santas, the misery of Christmas fast approaching, Keith and Little Will along for the ride. “Might be too … Continue reading deconstructing cher & tripping on meryl.