in New York i millie rock

November 8, 2020 Posted by the writer

hide it in my sock

and i’m on da block

#moodAF

Nick Snider is not an asshole

October 23, 2020 Posted by the writer

Nick Snider really wants to be an asshole.

I understand for me to even mention that name makes no sense, and I couldn’t agree more. I have no idea who that is.

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tapping tonight

October 1, 2020 Posted by the writer

I’m at another random bar with another random stranger wearing your pants, no panties, and waiting to bleed.

I wonder if he can smell it…

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play by play

September 27, 2020 Posted by the writer

Ok. Here I am.

It’s the new new blahg. No pressure no diamonds.

I spoke with someone I love so much today. Back in Manhattan. He’s the best poet I’ve touched.

I was explaining how I hate the Internet and how social media took away the last scrants of humanity. Not that I really identify with humans.

As a proud Lyrian, I don’t really know WTF is going on…

Anyways. He listened and loved me. Those two things are rare in my life. Everyone is so fucking self centred it makes me sick. In between my smiling and nodding, I’m usually throwing up in my mouth.

I blocked the last few numbers left in my phone earlier. I changed my number about a year back. I don’t cloud shit. If your number is written in one of my notebooks, I might have it.

I’m still pissed off that TikTok banned my account for hitting my pipe in a Biggie video.

Cunts.

I’ve mentioned it before around here, when I was a little girl studying my undergrad, I did radio. I definitely didn’t major in writing, no one can teach me who I am.

Fuck that.

I don’t trend or chase likes, but I love singing songs with strangers. Like this one from today:

@cellogretchen

#duet with @ngarrindjeri87 ?????? #sunday #funday #justwokeup

? original sound – Kenneth Johnson

Play by play.

J is home, by the way. Thank fucking God.

11 years. strong. don’t look.

September 24, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe.

The 11 year anniversary of FollowMeToNYC just went by. That’s 25% of my life.

… hollah at ur girl.

I’ve feebly tried to keep this alive for a minute. I consistently say I’ll come back daily, I try to act like I really care about having an inter-web present…

Truth be told. I don’t care. And I know it doesn’t matter.

I’ve come to correctly loathe the internet, particularly social media. I was lonely, broken and naive when I made this page. Some asshole I was married to left me, I was alone with no friends, I reached out for something…

I literally just laughed to myself.

Closing a decade of my life, I’m happy of this artwork. I like that people can come and peek a bit in on me.

However, I have no desire to maintain this anymore. Same as I don’t social media. I play with and delete profiles. I literally loathe being online. It’s never been me.

I’ll leave this page live and check in at some point. But I’m not going to keep saying “I’m coming back, I’m coming back!”

I’m not coming back. I belong to reality. You know, starry skies; human flesh; cello strings; real love.

Screen shit is bullshit. Fuck your likes, fuck your “friends”.

Hopefully we kiss cheeks in reality. Please raise a glass to my ELEVEN YEARS of repping.

I wish you could see my sky. I’m all grown up babies. I have a million more important things to do than be on some bullshit webpage.

… and so do you.

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