Blood and bone and hair

During the storm, make an incision in your chest.

At the moment when the rain stops, let the water pump through you.

New blood, crystal clear.

And speaking of making things right-

I said last night that there’s plenty of room for error in my hair. There isn’t really a way to get it wrong. That was only half true.

It’s long and summer-coloured (right now) and sometimes it’s lovely but sometimes it couldn’t be more wrong.

In the rooms with girls in ribbed tank tops, for instance.

You seem so out of context

I was cleaning out my old text messages this morning and have been highly entertained by reading out of context messages that no longer make any sense. My two favourites:

“Come visit me! I’m in room 402!”
-from a number I don’t recognize

“Babies! Do it! You’re hot, he’ll love you!”
-Blair

There’s actually one that’s 10 times better than both of those, but it’s not really appropriate for sharing with the whole internet.