Damn Straight. I finished my spring cleaning in December when I doused the pile of assorted holiday decorations in my front yard with kerosene and flicked the stub of my deceased cigarette to it's next incendiary calling. I was standing on my driveway, me and Bloody Mary, in my crimson red bathrobe, as this compulsion of hefty cleaning swung at me
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both are curious
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Your writing reminds me of Leonora Carrington.
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i will soon be devouring the work of Carrington.
thanks for the feedback
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