i hate frankenstein.
opal says that she wants her own food and water dish.
so i listen.
and it's fall. and you know what fall reminds me of?
everything.
so i've got to have it.

i couldn't give up eating the skin on my finger tips. even if you tried to squirt me with a spray bottle like a bad cat chewing through cords. they are swollen, pink, scabby. when i go to chew on them there are bits of blue fuzz tangled from my winter sweaters. they bleed at least once a day. fruit stings them, like every time i need to put a lemon ( Read more... )

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i'm feeling confused lately. and a whole lot of lazy.

this is everything catching up to me. only thirty-five days of overload. i scream and my mouth drops and everything in my hands drop and the noise of my keys hitting the stairs takes care of disbelief. and i breathe with my back against the side of the house and all the insects fly to the light. i watch them and try to come back. pick up my keys. ( Read more... )

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i stepped in dog shit today.


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