whiskeyleaks asked: they are mostly from the penguin book of modern african poetry :)
You’ve got to be oblivious to other people—the push and pull of...– Damian Hirst
Best Rapture Ever!
Woke up with a brand new erection walked around looking for mayhem or Christians to trick was thrown out of a rapture cuddle puddle for lack of affection but I wasn’t the only one hurdling away from Bethlehem. We said, in a pact: Let’s get terrified by visions of murder, greed, havoc and cruelty— NYC sightseeing—oh wait, nothing you wouldn’t see on...
There was this effeminate stranger I used to see in my neighborhood who made me uneasy, walked with a limp, spoke with a lisp. His entire face was a contradiction, led by these obsessive blue eyes that leered, poked and advanced over his nose while his weak chin appeared constantly retreating into his throat as if he had tried to swallow it. I fought not to associate with him, but there...
I suspect I’m drinking dirty water. Not poisoned, per say, no victim of foul play, but contaminated. All winter the water in my tap was cloudy, so I drank bottled vodka until my skin went pale. Then I drank cloudy water to sober up before bed. I woke up in strange places, bedmates of strange ghosts I thought I’d outrun. I wore a scarf to protect my throat from strangling...
Bonnie & Wanda
I’ve never cared much for Faye Dunaway—she seems in the last 25 years to only play roles that are caricatures of batshit crazy divorcees… but MY GOD, back in the day she may’ve been the most exotic white women ever birthed. Real Talk! Alien beauty. Allure. What an absolute stunner. ~rjb *1987, already well on her way to batshit crazy divorcee and daytime drinker,...