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:
@heathendownunder #duet with @ngarrindjeri87 ?????? #sunday #funday #justwokeup
? original sound – Kenneth Johnson
Play by play.