'In an ever changing world of gender, who knows what I'm going to end up being. But in the end, I want to morph into something I'm comfortable with.

Wednesday, July 30, 2003  

here's another one.


'he walked in beauty,' she said.

his eyes were brown marshes, his lashes were like willow trees. his eyebrows shot together made a dam between his forehead and his face. his cheeks were steep andsheer. his mouth was a volcano. his breath was like a dragon's and his heart was torn from a bull. the sinews in his neck were white columns leading to the bolts of his collar bone. i can still trace the cavity of his throat. his chest was a strongbox, his ribs were made of brass, they shone through his skin when the sun was out. his shoulder blades were mountain ranges, his spine a cobbled road. his belly was filled with jewels and his cock woke at dawn. fields of wheat still remind me of his hair, an when i see a hand whose fingers are longer than its palm i think it might be him come to touch me again.

but he never touched me. it was a boy he loved. i pierced them with a a single arrow where they lay.

i still think it was poetic.

// Jeanette Winterson - Sexing The Cherry


yawns.
tired.
school later at 230.
having some advertising and promotion class with the irritating gay lecturer who calls me blondie.

niwaes.. am going to watch mardi gras on the 15th.
can't wait.
plus dinner at doc chengs!
/smirks.

sale at topshop, topman, selfridge, dorothy perks and karen tmr!
yippppppeeeeee!

oh. went to the new addidas concept shop last friday.
the stuff were wow.
got myself a jacket.
super nice and comfy.
hurhur.

// Beck - New Pollution

muttered @ 8:25 PM.

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