The
last couple of girls I left behind told me, in varying forms and with tones
ranging from spite to sympathy, that I needed to "sort out my
feelings" or
"talk
to someone" but
I'm busy as hell, so hopefully this blog can accomplish both while being an
interesting read to all you people who have ever wished they could take a peek
inside the mind of an externally titled and internally accepted "head
fuck"... Me!
Just to preface, I don't do it intentionally. Purpose doesn't really factor in. I just love living my life, the way I want to. I don't speak for all of the fucks out there, obviously. So here it is, greetings interwebs!
Just to preface, I don't do it intentionally. Purpose doesn't really factor in. I just love living my life, the way I want to. I don't speak for all of the fucks out there, obviously. So here it is, greetings interwebs!
Enter
into my den of iniquity.
See
the way I let life happen around me—from the brain that constantly confuses the
body, to the body that currently confounds the world (or at least a large
section of lower Manhattan and the Bushwick area).
I don't want to hurt anyone, never did, I
just refuse to be caged in, ya dig?
How do you define yourself as a "head fuck"? I'm intrigued.
ReplyDeleteCamilla
Yeah, I'm also confused about what that phrase actually means.
DeleteHowever, I might be able to learn something from what you write. Specifically, you mentioned that you refuse to be caged in.
I struggle with that, sometimes. Slowly realizing this tree (house) might be my prison.
Now. I'd call that a head fuck.
I don't really understand all of the words you used, but I think this is something I can get behind.
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