dancedancingdancesdancedtitledance.

i don't know why you bother. why anyone does is beyond me.

'shit, shit, shit, twyla. what the hell happened to maggie?'

today, bounced on a swing. bounced on a bridge. became a child. loved it. did not become a pedophile in any sense of the word.

got a book in the mail. i've been told to read flannery o'connor by many, so i got a book of hers. enjoying it thus far.


i guess

i am

naive.

exhibit 12. don't we all?





‘Shit, shit, shit,’ he thought, ‘REPRESS! REPRESS!” It was arduous, it was painful, and he loved it. Keeping the secret that would never be found out; exhilarating.


god, i hate closure.


it is june.
it looks just like the sun.