I looked up on the internet how to say pubic lice in Spanish and went into the pharmacy.
There is a War between Words and Things. Armies are on opposite sides of a River called Speech
I don’t care about writing anymore this is stupid / I don’t care anymore about this shit / They were like umm but doesn’t this mean so much to you / I said no
June climbed down tiredly from her perch, and sat at the kitchen table, resting her hot cheek on the cold tabletop while Amos called the rest of the family down from their places of hiding.
Posting feels sacrificial. Like giving something away. It’s an act of vulnerability, isn’t it? Sending something personal out into the unknown, with the possibility someone might see it, relate, make contact.
While the lamb is roasting, I go to the bathroom and cut off some of my hair with the kitchen scissors.
It was the summer of 1977. Son of Sam was stalking young couples.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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