something about nighttime/fuck oswald

The stillness.  The sounds of cars rushing by on the road, the street lights flood in through my windows.  Blowpop curls up in my lap, purring and meowing when I stop rubbing for merely a second.  I wear nothing more than an oversized shirt and underwear that should've been disposed of a long time ago. … Continue reading something about nighttime/fuck oswald

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fester

The anger is festering this morning. I can't explain it, but I am just so so so livid. It's one of those calm angers that starts in your gut and bubbles up like a lava lamp until you are are shaking, dying to explode, dying to lash out at everyone around you, dying to hurt, … Continue reading fester