following hallucinations out the door and into the streets- where little bits of dust fly around and collect around my feet and around fence posts and stop signs. Georgia leans and yawns and touches a finger against the road. My mind working stop working in trouble with myself and the laws of reality. Stop moving. Stop breathing, stop making money in troublesome places with serious people unhappy and breathless. Stop feeling so insecure and stupid. Stop moving around like a ghost on hollow nights and hollow evenings and stop feeling stupid over boys, and start collecting thoughts and thoughts and thoughts in little containers sanfransisco to Atlanta, Cincinnati to america. Dear dear dear sister, I am living in a swarm of bees- and the bees and letting their sticky little legs inch across my skin, and the bees are filling up into my nose and brushing hairy bellies against my eyes.

I will die if I can't have it, and if I can have it I will die with it.


My landlord paul over the fact that there are so many young women around him: " Water Water everywhere and not a drop to drink"