I was nicknamed that when I was 14 because I was always the youngest, and it’s just always stuck. Plus I don’t like my legal name.
This is cute. Thank you, sweet being.
I shall do just that. Thanks for the head’s up.
This is sweet. Thank you for the compliments, kind being.
it may as well be our fingers.
Touch me, ‘til my ribs become piano keys,
‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs
cause i”m breaking old patterns.” —Andrea Gibson
living in a roominghouse and
pretending to be a
while other men are occupied
with their professions and
their possessions.” —Charles Bukowski
Can we also add Joy Division to this please?
Okay, I think I may have just choked on some bullshit. This clearly is a joke. Right?
I am totally okay with you calling me those names. I love and miss you, also. I hope you’re doing well. Thanks, PL. As are you.
these things that we support most well
have nothing to do with us,
and we do with them
out of boredom or fear or money
or cracked intelligence;
our circle and our candle of light
so small we cannot bear it,
we heave out with Idea
and lose the Center:
all wax without the wick,
and we see names that once meant
like signs into ghost towns,
and only the graves are real.