i don’t care if it hurts, i want to have control
i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul
i want you to notice when i’m not around
you’re so fucking special
i wish i was special
whatever makes you happy
whatever you want
you’re so fucking special...
but i’m a creep, i’m a weirdo
what the hell am i doing here?
i don’t belong here
i don’t belong here
radiohead. creep. pablo honey.
[I had a dream last night....Not a chance.]
you fucking bitch, i’m going to rip your crappy little heart out and stamp it on the floor
till it can’t beat no more
k. zehr. in conversation. twenty-three january two thousand.
[Do you think I’m overly sentimental?....I reveal my darkest secrets to the man who punches my subway pass.]
she looks like the real thing. she tastes like the real thing, my fake plastic love.
but i can’t help the feeling.
i could blow through the ceiling.
if i just turn and RUN, and it wears me out.
if i could be who you wanted all the time...
radiohead. fake plastic trees. the bends.
[It is not an addiction of course....I never said you were.]
amity amity god don’t make no junk but it’s plain to see he still made me
he told me so: i’m good to go
i’m ready to go
elliott smith. amity. xo.
[I always believed that when all was finally classed and ranked that I would remain among the lowest order of people, she said the night before she left.]
