Tag Archives: It Girl

It Girl

“Evie laughed to herself. It was just acting. Then again, she often did have trouble determining where she ended and someone else began. She wasn’t sure if this was a side-effect to acting, or to existing. Or if there was … Continue reading

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Edie, Interrupted

Splitting images, resurrection on a loop– Stripping for heaven.

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Triptych (for Edie Sedgwick)

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Star

In the shadow of worn celestial totems– mortal weight to bear.

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Triptych for Edie Sedgwick

I.Too many small hourspimped out to wraiths on parade–Heart, in real time, breaks.  II.Make me an offer,they shoot pretty girls, don’t they?Leave haunting to me.  III.Baby, forget the petals,we’ll feed you thorns,you’ll be like Jesus Christin black tights,a superstar in dark eye … Continue reading

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Haunt

Make me an offer, they shoot pretty girls, don’t they? Leave haunting to me.

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Edie

Too many small hours pimped out to wraiths on parade– Heart, in real time, breaks.

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Totems

In the shadow of worn celestial totems– mortal weight to bear.

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It-Girl

Her shadow projected at higher volume then the radiance which enclosed her in a cast fit to bind.

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Factory Maiden

Recursively spooling the It-Girl’s Factorymade cool fast fade from the pinwheel galaxy of stars & soupcans– Mmmm mmmm good, for a hot fixed minute during the candyrigged reign of Warhol the Ain’t– Is you is or is you not Aint’s … Continue reading

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