give the murdered girl some space

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someone in oakland is using nancy spungen's last name as their tag and i absolutely love that. whoever you are, keep going! i want to follow your lead! i want to write the names of murdered girls everywhere. i want to keep their names alive and in front of all our eyes. maybe we could all do this? let's all buy paint pens on payday.

my ill-defined, unknowable need

my ballerina feet

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the sweaters make me think i should start thinking about performance. they are very performative, no? i love seeing them all together like this. you can see them all together too in just a few weeks at the Stemma Cell show at Craftswoman House in Pasadena. mark your calenders. a big red X (kiss).

i found this on the street in san rafael, california

yesterday. i read it aloud to my friend, her brother and mother, and shivered over the words, below the touch of facts, the music of pain and hope. i folded it up and put it in my back pocket and took it home.





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here today

there is never going to be enough time.
i am trying to accept that fact.



it's a hard one.





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i don't want anything from you.



i want everything from you.



i want to not be afraid of anything at all.



fake bravery is something i am very good at.



i wish i was as good at making art as i am at making fake bravery.



part of me is so desperately in love with jean genet's work that i want to go live in my car. some days i actually have to talk myself out of going and doing just that. i research artist residencies instead and study german grammar.



i bought a t-shirt that says DON'T GIVE UP on the front. i love it because that's exactly what i tell myself almost every day.



you don't give up either.



there is that part of me that still kicks and screams. there is that little girl who used to lay herself down on her mama's lap and her mama would scratch her back softly. there is a part of me who is still that little girl, still looking for that same deep level of safety and warmth. i don't think it lives anywhere else. that safety is gone forever. i don't give a shit if other people think i am sentimental. they obviously don't think about their own death very much. and they should because it's coming.




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bruise violet

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in the rain

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chip away

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