goodbye faerie twila all fun and games with yr lightforce and my old rot for now. hello fugazi love machine of text. ian mackaye is a fucking mountain, you understand. buy.fugazi. oh.happy birthday to me. thats it. its just another day. i can drink now. singaporeslings. im living movies right now. i have no home so i travel with my boys. * renton, yr a fuckup lovething making me a mega machine of brown powder and itchy skin. and you know what, you were right to start with. fuck choosing life. who cares. choose you. * duke, like a bunny. we can.t stop here. this is bat country. yr my vision of black, blonde and red all over slamming in and out of neon lights. thank you. las vegas isnt casinos. las vegas is the ladyluck mirage mgm ceasars palace high school backdrop of blonde and black. * gonzo, as your attorney i must advise you to pack up all your shit, kathy books. francesca, the songs, the jem dolls, the clothes and vacation shirts, the ian shoes. throw yr life in a box and go where you want to go. find home. * frankenstein, people make frankenshit, frankenpoems.art being stolen and compromised left up down right and that has nothing to do with you. youre just a dead boy and i can love the dead. oh fuckyeah i can. but yr a sad bastard boy and im sorry that lame bride of yours didnt want love. shes just shit to me. * ludovic, everyone wants you to be this shitboy of maleness. and i think youre fucking beautiful. and i love you in yr skirts and dresses. and i think its more than anything the fact that you can love. i mean .take me. anyday. you me. bagels. coffee. you need to meet ludo gal. * cecil, power to the people who punish bad cinema. alright. you pray to andy. you make melanie a black eyelinered, white blonde danger girl of artfilms. i guess i need to tell you that i love that you have a vision cuz no one really seems to anymore. * edward, im sorry. i want to take you for vegan root beer floats. i want to go shopping for pleather stomp-stomp boots with you. i wanna show you the punks who accept everything and learn.learn.learn with you. * benny, wow. yr my movieboy dream come true. love to you. so movies and me. this is me saying. im waiting for you. im trying to tell you that i like fake friends that live in boxes when youre far. that johhny depp makes people to take me down and down when yr not around. and maybe im here to say that i want to hold your hand right now. and fall asleep with you watching jem. and that this birthday bullshit feels like nothing without you. does that mean i.m really still eighteen? and that i want to take your hand, put it on my stomach and show you that its been two years since its known home. and i want you to see me fighting the suits with my new charming -dont fuck with the black haired dyke wearing big thick black glasses- face. and i want you to see every scar on my face. every hair on my body. every zit. cuz now that the makeups all gone. i can show you what i was scared of before.