i wish i could get paid to be a psychiatric test-subject. not drugs or clinical trials...just writin and crying sometimes and being way too fucking honest.
how would it be the best: to love, or demonstrate a welcoming disposition?
love, or politik?
(cousin ron, i love you, and vicky and david.)
i am at my wits end. we are on our last box of pasta again, with several packets of ramen noodles and a creature inside me crying, "OUT!"
it took the obvious homosexual route a step further: it were as if there were a woman inside me, being trapped inside, and my flesh is the "closet" i need to come out of. some sort of pupa or something.
i will cry for every last one of you. i will take you all home. it's going to suck a lot, but you know i know what to do....and that i love you.
meanwhile, i WANT eric bogosian.
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