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Dear Red Shoes, Who'd have thought I'd send my personal diary to a complete

stranger?

But then it's so much easier to be honest with a stranger, isn't it?

And sometimes, a stranger can let you be honest with yourself.

Especially when it comes to relationships.

Relationships that last longer than they should.

Like me and my boyfriend, Jamie Griffiths, a fashion photographer.

It just seemed that neither of us had the courage to end it.

I want to carve my name across your heart and let no one know when I want

I want you.

I want to wake each morning and see the sunlight dancing on your face.

Bring me to your primitive hell. Let me hand you a saving grace.

I want to play out all your fantasies. We'll do them one by one.

And then we'll lay exhausted in the brilliance of the sun. I want you.

You know I have some new models.

I want you.

I need to see tonight.

300 girls a day.

Just be honest.

I want you to dine upon my flesh.

I've set a table for you.

And if you still hunger for more, I'll heat up another stove or two.

When the night time comes along, I'll wait.

And no one knows where she is?

You think she's hiding under the table?

You're stupid or what?

Why don't you pick on someone you're on side?

Voila.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

Where have you been?

It's in the junk.

You have been sitting in my creation on the toilet all year.

I wasn't sitting on the toilet in your creation.

Just spinning over, vomiting up last night's lettuce.

Let's get it on.

Maybe this week.

Perhaps next week.

You are very beautiful.

How many beauties gone?

What will you do?

I want to drink your eyes up and throw my mouth in.

I want to thaw to the edge of you into a wild dance on the ground.

I want to carve my name across your hardness.

The sunlight dancing on your face.

Bring me to your primitive hells. Let me hand you unsaving grace.

I want to play out all your fantasies. We'll do them one by one.

And then we'll lay exhausted.

to dine upon my flesh.

But if you, if you still hunger for more,

when the night time comes along, so

does this photographer.

Jamie Griffin.

He says I have the best skin he's ever seen.

I saw him at a Christmas party.

Yeah, he's kind of cute, actually.

No kidding.

I would have slept with him even if he hadn't offered me that layout.

Are you talking about the one in British Vogue? Yeah. They're shooting it next

month in... In Morocco.

Yeah.

Were you doing it too?

No.

I wasn't.

So what happened?

Nothing. I just changed my mind.

Where to, senorita?

It's 644 East Morton in the village.

644 East Morton. Okay.

Morton Street.

Huh? Morton Street.

Morton Street.

Morton Street. I used to live close to Morton Street. Morton Street.

Oh, I used to live... Excuse me. Excuse me. Yeah? Could you stop that?

You're giving me a bad headache.

I have aspirin to lie down.

No.

My name is Miguel.

Miguel Travera Jesus Quintero.

I like to watch people on my back.

If they don't tell me their story, I make one up.

Would you like me to tell your story?

I think you are a Bulgarian revolutionary.

who is having a rendezvous with your partner, who is also your lover and also

your friend from childhood.

And the enemies have arrested your mother over in Bulgaria.

Miguel, you've got to be on drugs.

You've got to be on some heavy drugs.

Oh, my God. Madre de Dios, help me.

You're crazy. I'm floating free on the best drug there is.

I'm high on life.

No, Miguel, I can't tell you how happy I am for you.

When was the last time you were high on life, eh?

When was the last time you were coming to the mall and saying, all the little

birds, all the little stars, all the moon in your sky?

If you haven't noticed, Miguel, most of the birds are dead from the pesticides,

and you can't see a goddamn star or a senior sky because of the mall.

That was very funny.

I can't be with your bags.

Do you spend the years?

Sometimes.

Can you put the bags over there?

I figured.

He's not coming?

Not any business, really.

You're so beautiful, you know.

Like you're paid to be.

Beauty like yours is light.

You get from the gods.

Can't I wonder?

No.

No wonder.

It's a few chromosomes that came together.

That's it.

You hate what you do, do you?

Why are you asking or telling?

So why you do it?

For the money.

That makes you a whore.

It's funny you should say that.

I'm finally realizing that's all I really am.

Just a glorified whore.

It's not too bad to be a whore.

You want to know what it feels like to be a whore?

Knowing at the age of 20, I'm just 20 years old.

And I'm all washed out.

Do you want to know what that feels like?

Okay.

You really want to know, huh?

This is $1 ,000.

This says your ass is mine.

$1 ,000?

That's amateur rate.

You are underestimating me.

Shut up, get up, and take a shit, huh?

Mm -hmm.

I thought I told you to take your shirt off.

That's not so bad.

Not bad, I thought.

Those nipples are awfully small.

What's wrong with my nipples?

They're small.

No woman has ever complained about my nipples.

Turn around.

Paul, nice hair.

Nice back.

You know, bigger, firmer, higher butts are in, though. What are you doing?

I want to see you move.

All right, get up and stretch.

Come on.

Move it. Go.

Go.

Turn.

Get out the window.

Lean back and down.

Okay, get up against the wall like this.

Watch me.

All right, here we go.

Down.

Up.

Show me that butt. All right.

On the couch.

Okay.

Great.

Stay right here.

Stay right back.

Stay right there.

Excuse me.

I have a little proposition for you.

She wants to be a guy upstairs. I like it.

One for you.

One for you.

You want to follow me?

A female wants to know what it feels like to be a whore.

Female.

Female whore.

I think we can manage that.

Micah?

Can I get paid for it?

for no one.

Let me feel the fire within you.

Let it show.

Life is a candle.

Love is the globe.

You find the fun inside of you.

It feels too hard to hold back.

Life is about to begin.

I want to drink your eyes up and throw myself in.

I want to thaw to the edge of you into a wild end from the brim.

I want to carve my name across your heart.

the sunlight dancing on your face bring me to your primitive hell let me

hand you a saving grace i want to play out all your fantasies we'll do them

one by one and then we lay exhausted

I want you.

I

want

you to dine upon my flesh. I've set a table for you.

And if you're still hungry for more, I'll heat up another bowl for two.

And when the night time comes along, I'll lay you in sheep.

I

want you I

want you I

want you

what you see.

Come on. What do you see?

Do you see a car?

No.

I just see a taxi driver.

Makeup smeared all over his face.

I'm still modeling from time to time, but there is something inside that

grow old or ugly.

A bird of extraordinary light.

Every once in a while, we need to be reminded of that.

And Miguel, well, let's just say he's still hanging around.

Alia.