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Dearest Summer, It’s not you, it’s me. I sweat profusely, I don’t know how to dress, and, frankly, I don’t know how to treat you right or respect you baby I don’t know. Maybe I was supposed to know you, love you, respect you, feel you because you remind me of my body. An organismContinue reading “Dear Summer, Fuck Off!”
I miss the sound of an air conditioning unit turning on and sprinklers at midnight.
My tits are melting. My armpits are melting. My eyes are melting. I’m producing more fluids than an orgy and feeling far less sexy. Do people ever truly feel sexy in an orgy? Do people ever truly feel sexy when they’re melting? sexy metal melting hashtags of heat extra savory salaciousness twisted twilights never endingContinue reading ““The Girl who Melted””
My cat turned into a person this morning. Going about doing her normal daily routines. I watched a person shit in a box in front of me. Eat from the floor. Sunbathe nude. Then turn back into my cat.
When I was a little girlI was made fun of for being hairySo when I heard Rob Zombie’s “Super Beast,”I thought it was about me
Is this what bravery feels like? Crying in the middle stall of the Schönefeld airport Missing you dearly and not regretting a moment, decision, or choice. Is this what bravery feels like? Life in two suitcases One abused violin and objects left behind never to be reclaimed. Is this what bravery feels like? Denying the handoutsContinue reading “Is This What Bravery Feels Like?”