see wolf, hide from wolf, get eaten by wolf

mother: how is your love life?
me: i'm in the art studio doing homework.
mother: how is your love life, though?
me: ..... i'm in the art studio doing homework.

my head is messy

oh god this is really only acceptable if i am doing well in school isn't it

chronologizing my neuroses

what came first, the labels or the crowds?

a film noir

i've got street despair carved into my heart,

ey3s

(or, my brother's receding hairline.)

repent!!!!!!!!!!!
stop it!!!!!!!!!!!
do your home
works!!!!!!!!!!
write english
words in ways
that makes them
make senses!!!1
nooooooooooo
oooooooooo!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

so i steered the trolley to a wastbasin in an alcove in the hall and began to pick out all the flowers that were dead.

then i picked out all those that were dying.