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…