these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.

my artist website is here.

Dec 7, 2012

the way it is

i could send you naked pictures of myself to your iphone and you still won't have the first hint of who i am.  or will you?  am i just a dumb, drunk whore?  am i just a pitiful, needy human?  aren't we all? fuck all the pompous parading of pride.  no one has any pride in the face of desire.  no one.  not one drop.  not one drip.