a baptism of gasoline
last night after dinner, my sister and i sat under this massive stone horse statue sharing a cigarette and discussing our various fantasies. sex, freedom, violence. truth and misconception. it was good, we both needed it. today my my eyes and sweater matched my mood ring for the most of the day. small pleasures. more cigarettes after school, then i
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