gift for room mate #2 written on scarlett johansson’s legs:

some say she’s one of those girls. they will say ‘maybe i’ll live so long i’ll forget her.’ (‘48) no song could be turned up loud enough. as if he’s talking to someone he’s so close to he can’t see her characteristics. fingering page 19. we say cunt daily.
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instead of

the streets are black. you haven’t fucked for a long time. you forget how incredibly sensitive you are. you hurt. hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt. you meet the nicest guy in the world and fall in love with him you do and you manage to get into his house and you stand before him. a girl who puts herself out on a line. a girl who asks for trouble and forgets that she has feelings and doesnt even remember what fucking’s about or how she’s supposed to go about it cause she wasn’t fucked in so long and now she’s naive and stupid. so like a dope she sticks herself in front of the guy: here i am; understood: do you want me? no, thank you. she did it. there she is. what does she do now? where does she go? she was a stupid girl: she went and offered herself, awkwardly, to someone who didn’t want her. that’s not stupid. the biggest pain in the world is feeling but sharper is the pain of the self.

-blood and guts in high school
kathy acker
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eye contact most of the time even though it’s dark. ‘what are you doing?’ ‘reading your chest.’ ‘why? you already know what it says.’