brain damage; I know I can recover it; and it’s strange to know that; I guess as young as blondes are in the spools and it’s cold hut here. It reminds me of venues of dog racing; do yuo know … Continue reading Fun, NY.
The Run for My identity; The Run for our Identities like flags flag runs Tha would make me run for my I life and if I were wearing that scusi mor form and those wore wore informing me of my … Continue reading flag runs; Te Ru for R I dent wee
fiction to post: for the next witch goura; the powder front and the wripping shoe. I love that wave. yeah. about the flower, the flowers. I didn’t tell you the whole story; they are just as beautiful dead more fragrant … Continue reading the powder front and the wripping shoe. I love that wave. yeah.
Which part is fiction. [reality-based fiction] As a former customer of cited: stacks refreshers of breakfast with fast tips; and long waits; stories of fast cars that can’t be fast without my drives; the relivings of cited: american psycho; as … Continue reading How to avoid fire-crime.
I wanted to see the sausage early in the morning. Barricading the men’s p. bathroom; a closet of steaming unclean other men. With ugly strife. It means here, only? untrue strife. You can’t reel soon. I gotta find a crime … Continue reading reality based: Bizarre Culture Fiction
fiction to post: Jet I used to have issues with the physical body; how disgusting it was no matter how holy you were; the very beauty of hair would make me curl into a wrenching gore of a scream that … Continue reading Jet
two women stalk like clams that taste so good; edifies of their sex lives; no sex lives in that torture cause; can hardly be is theirs; they stare and pretend they are my friends: I have so many; I hardly don’t need any more friends. they stop in front of four vehicles and one home; as they stare at me; and then I realize at least one is a man, small in height; and the other is man too heavy like a woman would fall; but none of them either is going through a gender differentiation process ; so they’re … Continue reading The Fiction of Clam Crime: Oh raziel: Weep like Win is the Same Sane.