Saturday, August 13

I am in a room of beautiful sticks, all too beautiful to talk to each other. He tells me that I am one of them too, but I won't believe him, and besides his mind is soggy with platitudes. But maybe inside they are like me, gnashing their teeth, chewing on their tongues. Maybe they're just better at hiding it. My senses are thick with drink. I want

things from another time...

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other stuff by me

Unfinished Story Number One
Unfinished Story Number Two


other, superior people

Magnetic Kid Liv
The Man Who Fell Asleep
Ass Wide Open


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