Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0265

Vickie called me up and said: do you want to go get your ears pierced with me? I actually did pick her up to take her to get her ears pierced. She was so afraid she’d spent the day drinking and was swaying when I got there. I thought, a promise is a promise. We went to the tattoo parlour where she’d arranged to have it done but they were suspicious and thought that I had drugged her and brought her there in that condition for some nefarious purpose, so ultimately we drove around for a while and went home. I eventually found a thorn from a rosebush and did it that way. Afterwards she smiled a stupid smile at me, smearing the blood and mascara with the back of her hand. J is coming to pierce my ears, she told me. Well he’ll start with my ears.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Silver Shoes by Diana Bloem

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

cherry bomb: 0043

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0264

You were always the one most likely to end up living in one room, with some out-of-work man, nursing his dreams away with your defeatist socialism.

And you were always the one most likely to end up living like a bat in a belfry, up in the rafters, running your bony fingers through the choir boys’ hymnals.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

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