lung smell

kissing smell

so delicious

write

"being back in Toronto... hmm... I don't have much to say. Part of me wants to pack this journal up and put it away - it has lived its purpose; but I feel as through this story, this journey isn't done. I've only been back a few days and it feels as though the tour ended weeks ago. Is it part f my OCD that I want to fill up more pages? I mean, if I retire this book then there are about thirty naked, unused, unnoticed, rejected pages. save the trees"

what i learned in school today

photoshop lesson #1 "play with shit"

click on me

practice makes perfect

exactly a year ago i put on this silver necklace that said 'allah' in arabic

yesterday it fell off of my neck.

i think i know why...

r/evolution

promiscuity; exploration/exploitation; freedom; constraints; chemistry / technology / sex; regulations; economics; post-shame; subcultures / counter-cultures; personal relationships with sexuality; body hair!; women's health; abortion; birth control; increased access to information; reclaiming; choice; HIV/AIDS, STDs/STIs; the future; the teenage years; DIY; Madonna; postmodern autonomy; 1950s suburbia to the flowery fields of the 1960s; class; body image; media; the family; morality; language; change; power; fluidity; eliminating / penetrating / creating ideological boundaries
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What does "Sexual R/Evolution" evoke to you now?

unconditional looping mix tapes

coffee... coffee....tea.... coffee... smoothie... coffee... Last night at the EX. My stomach hurts from laughing so hard. Man that's love. That's compassion. That's history. Stability. They love me more than anyone else and i feel it. They're my top 6. My unconditional lovers... and I feel it.

Karma found me alone on the dark streets of last nights straggle. Dancing with my true love - hand in hand - reminiscing, we stumbled upon Karma - she found me. Clothed, enclosed; a shy secret tossed to the curb. Rejected but not unwanted. I slowly unclothed her to reveal an abused and battered pear shaped body. Mangled and torn horse hair held her spine together. She came to me because, for once, karma needed some lovin.

Kill those nerves with a bazooka gun *POW* *POW*. It'll be great and you'll probably love it. If not - the worst case scenario... you hate it. And leave not the end of the world... right? Be proud of yourself darling, you have accomplished a lot and have a bright future ahead of you. Someone like you is destined for greatness. Fuck all the phonies. Fuck the school. You got this shit - my gangley green bean.