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
guitar center
I walked into Guitar Center, knowing exactly what I needed to buy. A mini, midi keyboard. I scoped it out and took it
everything makes me gag
I have a freakish sensitivity to smells. I can smell the smell underneath the smell. The worst is when someone tries to
the crystal store: an exorcism story
The beads of the Unakite bracelet that I had purchased a week earlier were wearing down, revealing underneath what seemed to be








