Thirty-three amputees on an island ( Read more... )

So much younger than you can imagine ( Read more... )

I hate working four consecutive night shifts ( Read more... )

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Is it morning already ( Read more... )

Huzzah. I have a job now. Freakin' Muvico. Beautifully chaotic bureaucratic wasteland that reeks of popcorn grease that covers the slick skating rink floors. Hell, yeah. These are the places where poems are born. Also, I get money. That rules ( Read more... )

Summer has officially begun, and with it comes an overwhelming feeling that something terrible is going to happen ( Read more... )

"Urgent Care in Sweet Home Annapolis ( Read more... )

Sometimes when I wake up I remember a time when I would get up and look in the mirror and think about how much more interesting ugly things are. Brush brush brushing my teeth and looking at my face. I can’t really remember any. Any faces at all. What faces would pass by the window that looked like the faces shaped the way they were supposed to be ( Read more... )

A Sudden Nighttime Flash of Self-Awareness ( Read more... )