Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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discrepencies/mind fuck/scared the fuck/what the fuck

so yea. no idea what to say. to do. you say your distance has turned you into the aggressor. the defiant. the stretching out to touch the sea kind of boy. a friend of mine said to me today: “i’ve… Continue Reading →

hos. thugs. guns. bitches. end of slickstember to rocktober to no HEMber of 2002.

well well well. I guess I am going on a little tour of sorts. Across the country through the highways and biways of the backwoods. Will be leaving soon after fashion week. Me, three photographers, a mini van, a truck,… Continue Reading →

spin thin wild things. so out of control yea.

I asked my agent/manager the person who keeps me up at night how I would know if it was the person. The one to choose, not necessarily the one I should choose. He said, you’ll know. You will know. How… Continue Reading →

Yes. It is you. YOU YOU YOU YOU

I realized a few moments ago what a perceived absence can do to a lonely two hearts. Not speaking to you, too tired to deal with late night phone calls and early morning wake-me-ups. I haven’t forgotten. Not at all…. Continue Reading →

beedy beedy funky spunk, touch my ass, I’ll shoot your junk.

Shit, dog. How busy can a little girl get in the course of a week and some? Somehow this modeling thing has kind of taken over some shit for a bit, and expanded upon itself to the point of no… Continue Reading →

so busy… sassafrassing about town.

The avatar was from a shoot in philly. These are from newark.

the drilling, baby. it will give you a reason.

I have these things, dreams, connected by moments, memories. Each one a story compounded one on top of the other. I was working last night, prancing around behind the bar, same shit, and the trigger hit. Strangely, much like my… Continue Reading →

I tried. My arms hurt too. Innuendos, baby.

So. I have tried to pull out all the stops. Figure a way out to get to the barbecue in Toronto tomorrow. The issues? My car and it’s broken windshield wiper situation. And then there’s the whole release from my… Continue Reading →

if we all had something to believe in maybe we wouldn’t all be so lost

Last time I flew to California was in September, getting back 3 days before the giant fiasco. Fiasco death screaming murder. Crying. Hard to believe it’s so close behind. Nipping at the heals kind of close. The fucking garbage is… Continue Reading →

I’m a bad girl. but it’s hot outside mommy

Mark showed up today. We had quite the fiasco on Friday finding a hospital to give him an appointment. Basically it involved going to three hospitals (beth israel, bellvue and harlem hospital). Appartently living 15 blocks from a hospital is… Continue Reading →

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