Your skin absorbs more sound than I would like.
I am a firewallflower.
Wasting my tweet breath.
Tonight I will wear my uncanny valley necklace.– #hotdate
I am postsocial.
Our bed is infested with your email.
social = sold
My fingers are not ready but yours seem to be. You press for soft spots and I...
I find your lack of restlessness when you sleep to be oppressive.
Developing a Hair Weapon
feeling up my enemies
I disagree with the horizon line.
I want to listen through the window and tell you a story about my hair but you...
I’m sorry but the only way to stop my eye from twitching is to stare at...
(Fucking sentences. Keep coming out. Keep making sense. Not talking until it...
I would follow all of you over a fake cliff.