08-22-09| 3:51 pm
The girl I am tryng to be can't exist. Smart sweet well spoken with a wild edge snorting or smoking whatever crosses her path--it can't be done. Eventually you must be one or the other.
The dichotomy moving faster and faster until we hit the vanishing point and choices are forced upon us. Do you see now why everything has a counterpoint? The men, the lifestyle--you cannot have it all, there are not enough dimensions.
this girl does not exist: