for the whole world to see
I couldn’t even get mad at this fellow for doing this abso-fuckin-lutely ignorant move . . .
this is the reflection between two characters about the blurry fantasy we paint with alcohol and other mind altering substances around our world – around us.
would you write an article about a lost pen? we do!
well… she was drunk . . .
You wake in a quiet ocean of white 800 thread count. The garage door squeals like laughing dolphins as your husband begins his commute to work . . .
so we’ve been blaming the 90s a couple of weeks ago and it’s time to pick the topic up again . . .
some sort of series – an annual one . . .
you think you’ve got passion? read this . . .
we’ve been giving rides for some time now, but we turned back to hitchhiking.. and failed . . .
tape worms are like zombies.