Little girls never dream of these days; these days complete with crack, needles, and whores. Fucking to survive, fucking to prove everyone wrong. Fucking to exude power, lust, SEX and immortality. I never dreamed of these days. I was going to be a ballerina, a writer, a photographer, a journalist for Christ's sake. I never hoped for days of cum, cheaters, and takers, blood, butchers, and criminals. Regular customers love me. They get what they want, they get their money's worth. Two knocks and a whisper and I'm in, out and paid in ten minutes. Seedy motels, middle class suburbia - it's all the fucking same. These dicks need a good fuck, I need my money and their wives their rebuttal, their denial, their status.
Read Moreart and design
Superfluous Pursuits /
It's another Sunday night and I'm imagining a future world in which all labor is done by robots leaving humans free to pursue intellectual, artistic, and other superfluous pursuits. We'll all live rich and abundant lives leaving nothing to be desired and will die fulfilled and regret-free at the ripe old age of 125. This is the ideal future world that exists in my head and I am of course, hoping it would not so strongly parallel Asimov's I, Robot but I digress. I'm really just avoiding bed because I'm avoiding Monday as well as the entire work-week. I hate Sunday nights.
Why, oh why can't we all just do what we wanna do? It's a shame that so much of our lives are spent simply surviving.
Read MoreHayseed Invasion /
These little girls that rise from corn fields bold & busting at the
seams with hazy expectations unreceptive to the lives &
movements of those growing & dying before them.
Sallys, Emmys, & Maryanns they think they know it all, they
do. Proclamations of youth too ripe to pick but much too
mouthwatering to pass by. Tomorrow’s another day& another
day of bursting skulls and spoiled greens.
In Sweetness and Love /
In Sweetness and Love is 160 pages of absolutely stunning Kodachrome photographs taken in the mid 1950s to 1960s by my great-grandparents John and Mabel Moore accompanied by poignant quotes, lyrics, and excerpts.
They spent as much time traveling as they did at home and locations captured include Wyoming, California, New Mexico, Hawaii, New York, Guam, Arizona, and the Philippines.
My sincerest gratitude to them for their diligence in documenting their later years and thus providing me with such a vivid glimpse into the beautifully small but significant intricacies of their wonderful lives 60 years later.
Read MoreHello /
“Sometimes he bangs his head against the wall until blood pours from his ears and delusions of what never was dance before his eyes and angry ghosts materialize.”
“It’s real. Hello. I can’t feel…no." She’s never satisfied. She was never satisfied. She’s never happy. She’s never in love. She never loved me. She sliced her throat. She can’t leave me alone. She’s watching me. She’s never happy
Read MoreCat Says He'll Be Here Tomorrow /
News says little girl was raped,
Cat says he’ll be here tomorrow.
Phone says “baby, come home.”
I knew we weren’t alone.
You yanked my legs open anyway,
pulled my panties to the side,
only noticing for a minute –
the contrast of pink to white.
Maybe Monday /
suppose we’re not moving at all
nothing’s changed since nightfall
It’s fun when it’s rarely done
and from here you seem so small
Infamous and child star
Destined for a memoir
(passenger on going so far)