It’s my birthday, but the clouds are offended again because of something I’ve said or thought. Their bellies are full of dark-sick, gauzy vomit, pushing away the sky which doesn’t remember I’m nine today. People are talking about the moon, how there are men on it for the first time, but people have told me […]
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The Thing About the F Word
The thing about the F word is you don’t want to be called it. You don’t want to be called flakey, that is. But the thing is, there are an awful lot of flakey people out there. I’m sure you’re not one of them, and so I’m not talking about you here. Just like human […]