My intestines, like a ragged mountain, are piled on the floor.
I hope for fire but know that the fire will not come.
She smiles but it looks like a mask and her lips make me weep.
Fuck this. I am finished with your eulogies and worms. I want to move south and eat fish on a beach where no one knows what money is. I want a sunburn. It is always winter here, even when the temperature hits 95 degrees.
Blood can boil and can be drank.
Those bitches at HTML Giant have a great interview with Ben Brooks.
Trick with a Knifehas some new stuff, including my reaction to the movie version of The Road.
Mosquitoes don’t bite alcoholics. Well, the alcoholic ones do, but they are rare.
Laugh.
Exterminate humanity. Especially the humanity inside you.
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