These goddamn letters. These goddamned voiceless letters are killing me. # point of sound, sound point.
Otto Dix - Self Portrait with Carnation, 1912
siamo come zombie confusi
we are as confused zombies
it’s three a.m. and somewhere between “i need to kill myself or make ramen”
i don’t want to see your breasts on that tiny screen
i can’t stand to see thousands of pixels of skin
when none of it is in front of me
don’t send me a picture of your knees
come here and let me feel…
Gracie Allen and George Burns
Still there’s not a show on my back. Holes or a friendly intervention.
I’m just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish.
A little bit Tower of Pisa.
Whenever I see ya.
So please be kind..if i’m a mess.
Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk.