Intractable
Josh Rank
The guy stood up straight as if physically smacked. I ran up behind her and pushed my finger against the inside of my sweatshirt and couldn’t think of anything productive to add so I just yelled, “Yeah!” and hiccuped.
The guy stood up straight as if physically smacked. I ran up behind her and pushed my finger against the inside of my sweatshirt and couldn’t think of anything productive to add so I just yelled, “Yeah!” and hiccuped.
such as the obligatory Ramones cos of bullshit merch culture I thought and turned the hanger seeing Queen, Queen, Queen, Blur-n-Oasis, Queen, Wu-Tang, Queen, Nirvana, The Cure, Slayer, Joy Division
such as the obligatory Ramones cos of bullshit merch culture I thought and turned the hanger seeing Queen, Queen, Queen, Blur-n-Oasis, Queen, Wu-Tang, Queen, Nirvana, The Cure, Slayer, Joy Division
I didn’t say anything about your job or your Mark Twain or anything. There’s nothing wrong with working in a factory, there’s nothing wrong with bowling, there’s nothing wrong with having a Star Wars room…
I didn’t say anything about your job or your Mark Twain or anything. There’s nothing wrong with working in a factory, there’s nothing wrong with bowling, there’s nothing wrong with having a Star Wars room…
Before you can go to introduce yourself, she reaches in her mouth and pulls out his tongue.
Before you can go to introduce yourself, she reaches in her mouth and pulls out his tongue.
But the merch guy was always your ticket in.
But the merch guy was always your ticket in.
He never returns. That summer, it is just Olive and Rhea.
He never returns. That summer, it is just Olive and Rhea.
It’s not necessarily loneliness that I feel but rather a burgeoning propensity toward violence.
It’s not necessarily loneliness that I feel but rather a burgeoning propensity toward violence.
“Aren’t hot dogs a little, you know, phallacious?” Sam asked, the words rolling out of his mouth like marbles.
“I’m a Halloweenie.”
“I hate you,” he said under his breath, but just loud enough that he hoped she would hear him.
“Aren’t hot dogs a little, you know, phallacious?” Sam asked, the words rolling out of his mouth like marbles.
“I’m a Halloweenie.”
“I hate you,” he said under his breath, but just loud enough that he hoped she would hear him.
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