July 21, 2014 § 7 Comments
your only purpose on earth—the only fame you would receive—
was to be my muse, inspiring me to mania?
October 7, 2012 § 14 Comments
“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.”
September 12, 2012 § 21 Comments
i had a baby, a tar-heart baby, i liked my baby, my tar-heart baby.
i was bright, i was yellow, i was painted in cinnamon cayenne and pleasure. « Read the rest of this entry »
June 18, 2012 § 55 Comments