me: it’s cold
me: pants would help
me: but they’re uncomfortable
me: and I’d have to leave my bed
me: I also want pizza
me: but the delivery guy doesn’t do bedside visits
me: and it’s cold
me: and I don’t want to put on
me: DID I JUST HEAR A BORK BORK??
me: **runs into living room full of strangers** DOG? DOG??
roommate: IS THERE? uhh … across the street?
strangers: …
me: I have a problem
—melony ppenosyne
Flommist Melony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s traveled to Virginia as a competing poet, co-written a play on mental illness that is presently being produced, and crafted a published essay checking the privilege and scope of art galleries. Copyright © 2016 Melony Ppenosyne. Photo by flommist Briauna Rupert.
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