Saturday, November 28, 2009

Friday, November 27, 2009


karaoke - w4w - 29 (casa del popolo) 

i-like-it-when-you-sing-with-your-leather-jacket 


Friday, November 20, 2009

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Saturday, November 14, 2009

the molecular level - w4w (bureau)


sweet secretary, killer queen 
leather and lace pushed up in my scene 
i fell for the fun and stayed for the fuck 
you talk like you mean it you come like you suck 
yr lipsticks a mess (never been so blessed) 
im turned around like ive never been 
vampyric babe, just nineteen

Friday, November 6, 2009

Thursday, November 5, 2009

fortress


crouched low on the closet floor
surrounded by boxes and shelves that tower over me,
i try to breathe
the phone pressed againt my cheek, wet with tears
I'm six years old again and my parents are fighting.
I hear my sister talking quietly to her friends
and the word is divorce
but it's not.
the word is lesbian
and I'm sixteen and in high school
and I feel small and scared.
but this tiny space is safe
because these walls are solid, 
and their protection is real
and no one can take them away from me.

The Virgin Suicides, by Sofia Coppola