un femme est un femme (1961)

apodyopsis.

once i was beautiful.
now i'm myself.

his feet were walking into infinity.

would it be awful-- oh so awful?
could it be awful, dear?

i've reverted.
summer seems to have these long, greasy tentacles that have been stuffed up my nose and into my mouth.
i feel like i'm suffocating in the heat and time.
ugh.

all i do is spend my time drawing and listening to wild nothing.
someone save me!