21_year_old raze fridays at the_loop. emily and andrea. headaches that won't ever be explained. songs that keep changing clothes until they die, naked and nascent and spent. tequila shots. scotch_and_water. pissing out beer and puking up misplaced affection. building stillborn future lives out of music videos and the small, quiet scenes tucked into big-budget action films. all my truest words in unsent emails and scribbled on cue cards and the inserts of recordable media and random strips of paper. orange and green and white. pool cues and dance floor blues. weighed down by all the things i can't throw away. and not one photograph to remember myself by. 240729 what's it to you? who go blather from