Bloodflowers

I should be walking to the bus to get to work. Its wednesday though. Wdnesday is always a slow day anyway. What can it matter. I should at least get changed though.

Apparently lipstick can transform your face.

We fought last night, the first time we have fought like that voices raised and arms flailing. The night and swallowed our fears. We walked away marked, it was something imperceptible.
I sat in a car on the way home from parakai with smoking lesbians. That statement makes me think of sterotypes with smoke rising from the tops of their heads, instead of girls with pale glowing sticks in their mouths, breathing out the window on the motorway.

Everything is crisp. Almost chilled, I can see clearer, the barbs are sharper. I bleed more.

I should really go to uni.