the postprandial ire of the sassiest, snazziest deaf gringa with the most awesome, plush tempurpedic heart. it regenerates after each degenerate. zeus cruz sparks my resincore. and, shit, i missed me.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
quietude of the disquietude
this is fabulous. i have two blogs nobody reads.
i can finally write down the pain and not cut myself because it's in a journal
and do it right because it's typed
my brain moves differently in a way with the keys so flow
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