gosh i am sure enjoying the lifestyle of a rich white woman.
up at two thirty , white wine till dark, a constant lack of clothing.
today i attempted to paint my nails, but i had no polish.
alas, my housemaid is ill.
smoking cigarettes in the closet, so my clean undesirables get that nice “lived in” scent.
aloof! quite! alimony! railings! pumpernickel!
sometimes i can hear the beach from my chateau in the sangre de cristo, i am certain its only that mad old wind running around in the branches.
yet i can smell salt….from the rim of my glass…in the hand of my harlot…whilst we murder the minutes, cuss the clock, AND PROCRASTINATE AT AN ALARMING RATE
making this album sure is hard.
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