chunks of flommus
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stripped: the gods want panties
saturday Woke up early to get acupuncture. It’s the only thing that helps me and I often forget because it seems like
motivated by sex / comforted by death
“I love death! And sex!” I blurt out accidentally, in the way I so often do when I say questionable shit. “I mean,
‘you seem like a heroin girl’
“Lemme guess …” he said, squinting, staring into me as if trying to solve a puzzle – or maybe more like a
panic attack! red carpet! berlin!
A true story about making shit up. She holds me down by the wrist, while the other one grips my ankles and





