Hot, Crying, Sexy

2025

By Katilin Pignataro

Yeah, in this dream, there was money all over the floor. It was this padded floor, kind of covered in this sort of movie seat velvet, and there were hundred-dollar bills everywhere. Like green plastic sprinkles and nonpareils and whatever else you call them.

And I knew everyone there, but I didn't know them sexually. And I almost felt liberated, like above, from this weird sense of empowerment, and I wanted to be fucked. Wait, maybe that's not… is that fine? And, yeah, I wanted them to fuck me back, but not like, hard.

 And everything was just really beautiful and tender. And the girls, the girls that were there, you know, them and I, we didn't really speak. It almost seemed they weren't there, and it was just me alone.

And I understood I was working for someone, but I don't really know who. In fact, it could have been myself. And I was kind of floating above my body in the stars in a way that you do when you're floating in your mind. Like when you smoke cigarettes in bed and don't care because you can't.

And I was just so fascinated by these faces, these boys' faces. Like looking at an angel, an idol that makes you want to cry. Crying in the face of beauty. And I had a really hot crying face.

I remember an all white day with 8-story waves

He said "Your eyes are grey" 

We were livin' on Côte d'Alene On Carol Lane, sun Manta Ray 

Drivin' in our Mercury down to Waimea 

Drivin' in our Mercury 

Drivin' in our Mercury down to Waimea 

Drivin' in our Mercury