y'all sick

Apr 23 2011
Apr 8 2011
"

Y’all just don’t give
a shit about what
society thinks.

I really admire, when, when
people don’t give a fuck.

Some people would look at
you and say
‘them two? they’re crazy
as shit.’

But I look
at y’all
and I think
‘man, y’all just
don’t
give a fuck.’

"
Apr 8 2011

I find myself enjoying your blog.

heartofajezabel

And I, yours.

Thanks for saying so :)

Apr 3 2011
"Are y’all in love?
Y’all are in love,
or y’all are bored as hell.
…
Nah, y’all are in love."
Mar 18 2011

I like candy, do you like candy?

flapjacksblog2

Candy is a thing that I do like.

Mar 18 2011

If you are asked to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and your the main witness, what if you say "no"?

it-is-time

Maybe they just nag you a little bit.

Like, aw, come on. Are you sure? Please?

Mar 15 2011
at I(dyll)D(andy)A(cres), just before 2011 began.

at I(dyll)D(andy)A(cres), just before 2011 began.

Mar 4 2011
Finished this cut yesterday. Dedicated to Mik, whose support kept me afloat when I was sure I wanted to sink.

Finished this cut yesterday. Dedicated to Mik, whose support kept me afloat when I was sure I wanted to sink.

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Mar 4 2011
I have been attempting reconstruction. I have been gathering those materials, forcibly separated, of which the self in my memory was composed. I have been finding those materials suddenly incompatible, inconsistent with the form they so recently and collectively assumed. I have been wondering how an identity could be so quickly decomposed. If these pieces no longer form a whole, if the garment to which they belonged can no longer be persuaded to exist, is their value then in being integrated into new clothes? In catabolically evolving into improvised remedies or gaudy ornaments until they are individually unrecognizable? Or are they irrevocably inadequate? Can they only burn, only rot, only be replaced?

I have been attempting reconstruction. I have been gathering those materials, forcibly separated, of which the self in my memory was composed. I have been finding those materials suddenly incompatible, inconsistent with the form they so recently and collectively assumed. I have been wondering how an identity could be so quickly decomposed.

If these pieces no longer form a whole, if the garment to which they belonged can no longer be persuaded to exist, is their value then in being integrated into new clothes? In catabolically evolving into improvised remedies or gaudy ornaments until they are individually unrecognizable? Or are they irrevocably inadequate? Can they only burn, only rot, only be replaced?

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