Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
Francesca Lia BlockOkay. I wish for world peace,โ Weetzie said. โI am sorry,โ the genie said. โI cant grant that wish. Its out of my league.โ โThen I wish for an infinite number of wishes!โ Those people on fairy tales never thought of that. โPeople in fairy tales wish for that all the time,โ the genie said. โThey arent stupid. It just isnt in the records because I cant grant that type of wish.
Francesca Lia BlockWe got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hand like a fish.
Francesca Lia BlockTinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.
Francesca Lia BlockSometimes she wore Levi's with white-suede fringe sewn down the legs and a feathered Indian headdress, sometimes old fifties' taffeta dresses covered with poetry written in glitter, or dresses made of kids' sheets printed with pink piglets or Disney characters.
Francesca Lia BlockShe went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the walls was the same as the graffiti scrawled outside by taggers who were arrested or killed for it, went to parties in hotel rooms where white-skinned, lingerie-clad rock stars had been staying the night their husbands shot themselves in the head, listened to music in nightclubs where stunning boyish actors had OD'd on the pavement.
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