Red Rot

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5 confessions of a first world fuck

1. theres nothing i love more than words, definitions, alliteration, sounds. pieces put together, punch & delivery. scandalous implications that i mean.

2. i would literally be happy wasting away. if someone told me i looked sallow, sunken, hollow, or unhealthy, i might like it.

3. as far as temptation i am david and not joseph with his colored coat. i would like to be joseph though. or a less-far-gone david. why cant we kiss the edges, dangle over the side

4. i have romanticized pain. physically and emotionally. i love crying, maybe because it hurts. i like falling, scraping, biting, aching, craving, longing, losing, failing. its satisfying to feel bad. its human to feel bad. maybe i just want these basest of emotions.

5. i think about myself more than i think about you. i am ashamed of this but i dont try to change it. i want to be a print model with drew danburry and elizabeth. keep your runways thin skin i want impossible makeup and nakedness

4:51 p.m. - 2006-01-24

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