I can't sleep so I'll post an open wound on the Internet

periwinkle/lavender:

I love and hate LA

in the particular

ways that only

specific ideas’

physical mani

festations ca

n be loved or

hated as

somebody she has never, will never—No,

somebody without connection whatsoever

will be typed onto whatever bloggish obit ::

Survived by zir one true love Los Angeles,

but like all zir most important relationships

Nasta would sit quietly alone, just think

of her and shriek at 745 pm for thirty seconds :::

I don’t know if it would be healthy for me

to meet the object of my baseless

desire/disgust depending on what day

of the week it is.

We both know we have struggles in the brain.