Sunday, May 31, 2015

pissing pants.

dear numberless beauty magazines,
i understand you may be interested in me. i write shittily but i know everything about beauty. i also have particular taste in fancy things such as fifty dollar eyeshadows. please hire me on a one half of a million dollar deal to write a book about my experiences with these enlisted subjects, or the other half of my life which is anything that has nothing to do with beauty, unless i so choose to do a cut-up thing with recommendations for make-up, for the sake of getting all warholian
sealed with a kiss,
someone whose nom de guerre is "peach schist"