“You think they’re yours but they’re not. Everybody that walks in your door becomes a problem. Anybody that comes in contact with you. I didn’t wanna be part of your problem but I am.”
sex as conversation; people sliding into each other through words, legs spread wide like lips unpursed.
responsibilities as garbage; all of it piling up on each other until it creates a mountain of guilt and paranoia. it reproduces more and more of itself and it never…