I am a seer, I am a lier
Author Archives: nails
And I tell myself, I don’t know who I am
We can reinvent ourselves because our identities are so fragile and inauthentic
Holding onto nothing
The papers want to know who’s shirt you wear
Bowie was a ventriloquist
Bowie spoke to the weirdos and the freaks. But it turned out that there were a lot of us
Let the upper middle classes celebrate street life after their winter skiing trips
Rides through the city’s ripped backside, under a bright and hollow sky
im sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts
My life is a hashtag 