The heat of the moment is nothing like you can imagine.
Hot in here hot out there, what the fuck is going on?
I'm too high for this.
My music is up too loud and I'm getting my hair curled. Pink spirals, another Kodak moment not caught on camera.
Hahaha
SPF 50 and Smirnoff
Hot in here hot out there, what the fuck is going on?
I'm too high for this.
My music is up too loud and I'm getting my hair curled. Pink spirals, another Kodak moment not caught on camera.
Hahaha
SPF 50 and Smirnoff
"the city lights mixed with the SMOG and pollution is like an acid trip from the movies"
The cold fog is setting in now, creeping down the skyscrapers floor by floor over the hour. Wetter and Colder.
Shivering like a heroin addict who's going through withdrawal, I'm laying in a park. Beside me? I don't remember his name, the one thing that turns me on about him is his prostetic leg. I like oddities. Probably because I have a superiority complex and like to be the most important, or I always settle for someone less than so I'm always center stage. It's like romeo and juliet, I can tell he's totally interested in me, he's been holding and caressing me for the past 2 hours. We were using his leg wrapped in a jacket as our pillow and he had a sleeping bag with him.
Homeless for a night, homeless for 6hours. Flash backs. Sepiatone.
Last night was amazing, we took some pictures and exchanged phone number, he only live's an hour away by subway. Maybe it will turn into something more, he is single afterall. Were a perfect match.
I fell asleep with him holding me and breathing his warm air onto the back of my neck, he whispered "Tonight is so beautiful" and a shiver went down my spine. There is something disgustingly beautiful about being homeless. We just layed there and looked up. The reflection of the CN tower on the skyscraper in front of us was so vivid. the city lights mixed with the SMOG and pollution is like an acid trip from the movies or like someone poured gasoline over the city and it's slowly decaying us. Humans are becoming more and more chemically altered. DNA. Chromosomes. Pills. Post- Human.
I'm getting vertigo, time to roll on my side and forget about the troubles of the world.
I could have been home playing PS3 and reading endless blog posts on Facebook but thats every other night, I wanted something different. Relapse. Flash forward.
Toronto is beautiful, I'm Beautiful. Last night was Beautiful.
Thank you, street boy for showing me a glimpse into your life.
Makeup and Magic. Time to dye my hair. Pink stains on his boxers briefs.
Shivering like a heroin addict who's going through withdrawal, I'm laying in a park. Beside me? I don't remember his name, the one thing that turns me on about him is his prostetic leg. I like oddities. Probably because I have a superiority complex and like to be the most important, or I always settle for someone less than so I'm always center stage. It's like romeo and juliet, I can tell he's totally interested in me, he's been holding and caressing me for the past 2 hours. We were using his leg wrapped in a jacket as our pillow and he had a sleeping bag with him.
Homeless for a night, homeless for 6hours. Flash backs. Sepiatone.
Last night was amazing, we took some pictures and exchanged phone number, he only live's an hour away by subway. Maybe it will turn into something more, he is single afterall. Were a perfect match.
I fell asleep with him holding me and breathing his warm air onto the back of my neck, he whispered "Tonight is so beautiful" and a shiver went down my spine. There is something disgustingly beautiful about being homeless. We just layed there and looked up. The reflection of the CN tower on the skyscraper in front of us was so vivid. the city lights mixed with the SMOG and pollution is like an acid trip from the movies or like someone poured gasoline over the city and it's slowly decaying us. Humans are becoming more and more chemically altered. DNA. Chromosomes. Pills. Post- Human.
I'm getting vertigo, time to roll on my side and forget about the troubles of the world.
I could have been home playing PS3 and reading endless blog posts on Facebook but thats every other night, I wanted something different. Relapse. Flash forward.
Toronto is beautiful, I'm Beautiful. Last night was Beautiful.
Thank you, street boy for showing me a glimpse into your life.
Makeup and Magic. Time to dye my hair. Pink stains on his boxers briefs.
"Perfection is something I strive for"
Sugar is just like cocaine when you take it it feels so good and after 30mins you feel like shit. The high is over.
Overlap, Relapse.
Relapse is something I have to deal with... I have an addiction that I've kept secret. I love icecream I can't stop eating it. I go through 3tubs a week. I'm obsessed.
Obsessed the same way the media loves Jon Benet Ramsey. What a fucking show that was, underage girls dressed up "to the nine" and made to look like they are 30.
Can you see the trend?
Everything runs in 3's. My life is calculated. I'm a living computer. When I break down. Don't touch me, just fix me.
Perfection is something I strive for, the only way I can accomplish that is through tucks and nips. Botox and Collagen Lips.
It's so cliche to write a poem about your own life. Rhyme rhyme rhyme fix this verse fix that verse.
Fixfixfixfixfixfix.
Do you see the trend?
Everything is manipulated. Empowerment narratives are what sell. Scripted TV shows and Documentaries are the same, they're twisted into something that the viewer wants to see. I don't want viewers I don't want fame.
I want perfection.
Please Dr. One more shot one more needle I need my FIX.
Overlap, Relapse.
Relapse is something I have to deal with... I have an addiction that I've kept secret. I love icecream I can't stop eating it. I go through 3tubs a week. I'm obsessed.
Obsessed the same way the media loves Jon Benet Ramsey. What a fucking show that was, underage girls dressed up "to the nine" and made to look like they are 30.
Can you see the trend?
Everything runs in 3's. My life is calculated. I'm a living computer. When I break down. Don't touch me, just fix me.
Perfection is something I strive for, the only way I can accomplish that is through tucks and nips. Botox and Collagen Lips.
It's so cliche to write a poem about your own life. Rhyme rhyme rhyme fix this verse fix that verse.
Fixfixfixfixfixfix.
Do you see the trend?
Everything is manipulated. Empowerment narratives are what sell. Scripted TV shows and Documentaries are the same, they're twisted into something that the viewer wants to see. I don't want viewers I don't want fame.
I want perfection.
Please Dr. One more shot one more needle I need my FIX.