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 →

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

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

My new plight, concern, is for the greater good, the lesser person, not completely whole because of a broken mind. or perhaps just broke. I researched artist grants, aid for people who didn’t have what it takes to be whole…. Continue Reading →

So Francis pointed out something to me. today. That was itterated to me by mark. but was never really too evident. obvious. until today. Schizophrenia. Schizoid tendencies. So abundant. Fresh like open wounds to the point that he’s weeping, and… Continue Reading →

mark is sleeping in my bed. I don’t know where I am sleeping yet. The living room will be too full of people to comfortably sleep there. I have always been able to maintain control. situations. things. we have a… Continue Reading →

A knock came on my window yesterday afternoon, the illustrious vectorman was back in the house, consequently, back in my life. To what extent one never knows. I started remembering snowstorms in Brooklyn, torn down loves. trust. fate. Spent much… Continue Reading →