death by asphyxiation

a lonely industrial illustrator is in love with a girl with the way she seems to be in love with her clothes
they have a fifteen years gap that would not deter them to live in bliss
a teenage stalker does not realize that her adulation have reduced her to... a teenage stalker
as with all adulations, her subjects could only despise her as she spirals further into self fulfilling sympathy and ardent psychotic declarations
an iranian man who speaks russian when in love believes in revolution against himself
every love affair affirms his eventual loneliness and my boredom
the administator is pale and intense like Delaura who dreamt of a girl eating grapes
contrary to beliefs, hair cease to grow when a person dies
the truth is the skin contracts and i gave up talking to him midpoint
it is true i don't love you anymore but we can be friends
i spent my time running away from something that i am not
"completely unaware of"
a boy told me today that most teenagers or boys, "not him or she or whoever" think of sex from the word leisure
" ok. what do they do? masturbate? that's exertion not relaxation."
he just stared at me
" take away the sexual connotations, you have the rest of your life for it and you may want to read anne sexton's ballad of the lonely masturbator. that's all."
strange, just because i am wearing a navy sailor dress makes me feel like a perverse japanese school girl handing out facts.

now, mink oil
and polyethlene.