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Now and Here is NowhereNothing I ever did made you notice. I smothered on cherry lipgloss. This wasn’t me. Shiny and wet, my lips glistened under the stark harsh lights. They stuck together. I felt like I could not talk, could not tear them apart. Sewn, my face felt like a mask. The next was the clothing. I wanted your attention. Thrusted together and pushed up, my chest fought for the limelight in my black skimpy top. Sequinned.Now and Here is Nowhere
I was plied with drink. I felt happy and outgoing after vodka and cokes, pushed into my hands and spilt on my bare skin by teenage boys who were obviously feeling the effects of my low cut top. Seeing you across the
by ~iamchauncey
No ideaby ~iamchauncey
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On a rainy Tuesday, of course I had nothing to do but sit and think. I'd been working all week, was stressed and tired, and not in the mood to meet my friends. My to-do list for the day was as follows:
Make doctors appointments. I had run out of medication, felt bad, didn't want a fuss and was not an attention seeker. I would do well not to elaborate on this. Go for a long moody reflective walk in the rain, after buying my usual ten pack of menthol Richmond cigarettes. I was disgusting, obviously. Sit around. Listen to electronica.
Everytime the phone rings, I panic. Th
by ~iamchauncey
16What do they know about that?16
What could they possibly say that would make us feel any better about who we are, the way we live our lives, the people we fall in love with, or the people we shoot down? Sometimes we'd sit and we'd speak French, because we thought that made us seem aloof and different. OF course, we only knew a few words, not enough to actually collaborate in conversation with a real life French person. The obligotory cigarette would dangle from our long, elegant fingers, nails painted with cheap, chipped dark colours. And how were we to know what to do? Barely legal to do anything we'd been doing for ye
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- Current Residence: Cornwall, I'm sorry.
- Interests: I like all sorts really.
- Favourite movie: The Green Mile. Or Kill Bill.
- Favourite band or musician: Placebo, MSI, Hole, Ladytron, YYY's, Trash Palace.
- Favourite genre of music: Dirty electro with a vibrating bassline.
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath.
- Favourite photographer: Can't say I know many names, don't slaughter me.
- MP3 player of choice: I have a Zen Micro. These questions are odd.
- Shell of choice: Like seashell?
- Wallpaper of choice: Jimmy Urine?
- Skin of choice: Urrrm.
- Favourite game: Hide and Seek
- Favourite gaming platform: I don't play computer games
- Favourite cartoon character: The Molkinatrix, lol
- Personal Quote: "The only thing worse than being talked about, is not being talked about at all"
- Tools of the Trade: My face, my hands, and my ability to be moved by almost anything.
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I love yours.. As always.
You have 1 friend now ha :]
xoxox.
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