An Introduction

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107 days in the Capital of California

In September the one skinny artist dude sweat and grunted too much so I opted out. Later that month the young gorgeous thug wanted to be a professional escort so I saw him out. In October the potential stalker felon cat fell in love with an idea because of blood’s warmth so I scared him…

Portishead and Jim Beam

I’m weird because I can barely see and my┬ámind makes up the deficit by making me over feel… I’m hypersensitive as hell. Over here, over feeling. Everything is painful. Beauty. Hope. Love. Is there a such thing as better anymore if there ever was? I don’t know anything much if I ever did or if…

The way the villain chills

Caught all up on it by brushing down invisible webs Dusted and swept up any bunnies clinging to coat tails Scratching out to do lists with new to do lists and getting everything done Thankful some was had and counting memories of fun Kicking it off to the side behind ajar Venetian blinds Scared to…

He introduced me to Tank and the Bangas

I’m sure that I must have said your name He left the same way he came Carrying things that I never saw the inside of And he did what he was supposed to do Stood in for you Even if he did talk about himself the entire time Even if he did try to step…

The Last Deaths of 2018

How the monster saved me today was our most recent and evidently last conversation. He was reminding me how much he missed me physically and that if we’d ever decided to be anything it would have been fun and then ultimately ruined One of us would fuck it up or possibly both of us and…

Smells Like Sage

I need to do what? Pull my bootstraps up? It’s not even 8 am yet and I’m stressed. Oh please, oh please don’t give me that bootstrap speech. My grandmother, rest her, child of the great depression used to run me that fucking line constantly. It’s probably one of the reasons that I’m in therapy…

Bonus and commission eligibility

If I give you some and you don’t get all weird about it and you don’t try to hurt me with it and you don’t tell your friends about it and you don’t immediately regret it and you don’t lose your mind behind it and you don’t start lying to have more of it and…