your new favorite person

It's Daniil Kharms.

THE MOST incredible writer.

If you care anything about secret societies. you will read about him. a secret society founding father, performance artist, and futurist writer.

and AND handsome.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniil_Kharms

there is a terrifying gorgeousness that is doing some sort of magnetic electric boog-a-loo boogie bubbling under my skin.
some people call this the fall. this thing commonly referred to as "the fall' is making my heart weak from happiness. constantly.
feverently. exhaustedly. when i go to write, or act or read an amazing book or movie my happiness is experienced too vibrantly and my heart shakes with manic.

i am throwing typewriters against walls. i am shrieking in delight. i am taking pisses in the middle of busy roads to celebrate my love.

i will pour every ounce of kindness.

smash. when i look at your face, i can't tell whose face is whose.

smash. smash. for you my dear, i will dance the dance of seven veils. i will give you the seventh seal. we will be in seven eleven. oh thank heaven.

in the tangible world:
i am becoming more tangible.
school is okay, when i get past my narcissism.
my love for acting has been restored.
friends are amazing. and it smells so fucking good outside.
i want to direct an amazing play.
i want a poodle.
i need a prescription to adderal.
every person i have ever known is doing incredible things. megan. phil. james. anna. margret. carlos. hedi. only to name a few. we are the great literary characters.

i wonder sometimes if i will collapse under the weight of every love i have ever had. what an incredible. romantic life. glorious glamorous bitches spinning in our circles. the prime of our life. and the pursuit of beauty as our north star.

perhaps one can forget every bad man i have been with and every good man has made me more prepared to adequately love you now.

i am writing a book:
why hipsters are bad people:
a memoir of a year of dating in new york city.


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