Today I read poems from "enough rope" by Dorothy Parker and it made me want to be a bad it girl.

But i'm a taurus and don't need/love chaos that much.

Weirdly enough Dorothy Parker also reminds me of my paternal grandmother.

Perhaps it's the wit, the haircut or the gin.

Death can be an obsession.

It's aesthetic, refined
it even has a perfume.

It's the nec plus ultra of living
until it stops being an abstraction.

scroll everywhere
this is not instagram
this is charm
forever a draft
this is chaos
i hope this goes
beyond binaries