I wish I could cast spells.
and nothing.
hello baby fat.
I have always loved little rock freeways at night. I like it better in your car.
today I am feeling : vulgar. I have a bloated heart. I know I am healthy from the fat on my bones. My lips feel like pin cushions; I can not stop biting them. violence sounds like violet and violets are pretty. I want to be violence.
this logic is infallible and you know it. this weekend last year was the sex workers art show at the university of maryland when we got lost in the wrong creepy building. my grandfather has lost a lot of weight. I wish people would stop getting sick. I can not revise these poems; I shall never have bodies of work. good bye english major. hello minimum wage.
this apartment is yet to feel like home. I go to my parent's home wednesday. for this I am excited.
hello ms heroin.