pardon my extended absence. someone asked me this directly after i tweeted something about being late to meet my friends because i didn’t want hair on my asshole while i took magic mushrooms. 

as far as my pubic situation goes, if i touch my, you know, area where thigh meets front lawn with a razor, i will guaranteed get burned. every time. no doubt about it. no salvation. so, i use an electric razor & just deal with the fact i’m not getting rid of the root. it’s there, and my pussy gets ate regardless. the skin on my actual cunt & butthole doesn’t mind a razor provided i take the necessary precautions such as exfoliating, using a fresh blade, etc. i squat in my shower with a hand mirror, and i always wonder if the men i fuck know and appreciate this, what it takes. i used a hair removal cream for a while & it was perfect until it turned on me. that was a sad day. 

I’m the boss of the bosses

the gentlemen, they respect me on all levels.

not my name, or photographs, they will ever see in newspapers

because it seems the journalist loves me, and if not she will lose my friendship

they say there is

a lot to be had

and we don’t have much

legalization

cannabis

of quality, and cheap, legalization, cannabis, enough prohibition

she’s a fanatic of the sensual, she has a photo of mine

and i can already imagine it, what she does when she’s alone

but i won't ask her to hear her get nervous, listen to her voice and manner of breathing, by the way she breathes, she’s doing it

I can imagine that

it’s cold, and I’m far from home

and it’s been centuries, I’ve been sitting on this rock, looking for signs and signals and I ask, what purpose do the wars serve?

I’ve got a rocket in my pants, and you’re so cold, like the snow all around, and you’re so white, I don’t know what to do now

last night I waited under the rain for hours, hundreds of hours, like a dog

de jefes, senores, me respetan todos niveles,

ni mi nombre, ni fotografia, nunca van a mirar en papeles,

porque a mi el periodista me quiere, y si no mi amistad se la pierde.

dicen que hay

mucho que tener,

y no muchos tenemos.

lega, legalizacion,

cannabis,

de calidad y barato, lega, legalización, cannabis, basta de prohibición

es una fanatica sensual, ella tiene una foto mia,

y ya me la puedo immaginar, lo que hace cuando esta solita

pero no le voy a preguntar, y escuchar su voz cuando se agtta, por su manera de respirar, esta haciendo

puedo immaginar me lo que

hace frio, y estoy lejos de casa,

y hace siglos, llevo sentado sobre esta piedra, yo me pregunto, ?para que sirven las guerras?

tengo uncottete en el pantalon, y vos estas tan fría, como la nieve a m i alrrededor, y vos estas tan blanca, que ya no se que hacer

anoche te espere bajo la lluvia dos horas, mil horas, como un perro

yooooooo it’s always kinda an open call but i can’t guarantee a speedy delivery. i’m not really in the writing place, i’ll be perf hon with you. like i haven’t posted on here in months for a reason. i’m fucking busy. it’s whack. 

but yo like i’m a mad equitable person. if you want a reading in exchange for dollars i’m hella down, i’m just gonna be in NYC all weekend and then I have a paper due on the 29th, a shirt on the 1st, a patterns exam on the 2nd, a skirt due and a french exam on the 3rd, and an entire knit collection due on the 4th. it’s like THAT. plus i’m tryna get this pussy ate in the meantime

i have another reading in my queue (what up bronte i see you girl) so if you trust and don’t mind the vague time frame, go ahead. goes for anyone. if i get a few i’ll hunker down & do a few so, encourage me. sweeten the pot. 

y’all can still DEFINITELY give me money in exchange for nothing on my behalf though, keep in mind! mwah!

Hi and happy Sunday, all. It’s me. I exist still. Still in Fashion Design. Still in Montreal. Still can’t get a job without French. Still tired all the time. Still tryna catch this cute Colombian drug lord. Still constantly working on projects. Still emotionally “too much” “in general.” 

I’m going on a school trip with my best friends to New York on Wednesday. I’m mad pumped, but I also have like, $18.00. I shouldn’t even be going on this trip seeing as I’m like, ramen breakfast lunch & dinner washing my clothes in the sink eating cigarettes off the ground never been this poor in my life status, but I love 2 ignore that fact. Art school is wild. I’m working on a project today and have to go buy a bunch of markers that are $5.00 each. Like, pardon me?