July 2010
3 posts
And Remember to Have Your Hopeless Self Spayed and...
The blue television glow washes over real life as you’re held down, nose plugged to have the confirmation of your present status force fed to you. Left upset and confused, you sit rubbing your sore cheeks where the fingers dug in to pry your jaws apart so that you could ingest (but certainly not willingly accept) this all. Though you can’t seem to comprehend why anyone would waste their time...
Men In Capes Can Be Assholes Too.
I can tell that you’re hungry tonight. I can see it in your tired eyes, that longing for something you can’t put your finger on. You thought you’d found it. You were wrong; you are miserable. You are searching for a trap door now to get you out of this mess. And you’re supposed to be the one to fix everything.
Just once, you happened to be in the right place at the right time and doing the...
