December 2011
1 post
there were unstoppable peanut butter reservoirs flowing toward my bagel’s black hole. I got some on my pants. not enough to call a ‘gob.’ improper to say ‘crumb.’ with my finger I swiped it up and rubbed it along the back of my bottom teeth.
I’s used to grampa calling me “pussy faggot” by now. he drank his coffee soup with floatin’ bits of...
October 2011
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“An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald
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