The day I kissed a dead man

Somewhere in the depths of a Parisian cemetery there is a tombstone with my lipstick on it.

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Why Writers are my Rock Stars

The crowd around me was swollen with anticipation. The spotlight spun from his hair like the heroic thread of gilded biblical texts. By the time I had shuffled to the front of the crowd I was so giddy that I would have let him sign the flesh of my bare extremities. Instead, I lost the […]

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