Last night, despite having been awake for forty hours (and drinking too much and taking too much of my meds, as well as accidentally taking someone else’s meds) I managed to write two poems and a story. They may be skewed by events, but they devour things. Not your things, my things.


The storms will not stop. Soon everything will be flooded.


I’m going to have a story and a poem in Zombie Summer!


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  1. sweet


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