Names.

In a blue plastic drawer beside my bed there is a manila folder that contains my birth certificate, my certificate of name change, and my social…

My back hurting from a masturbation session I had to a Pornhub cached video of Leora RLC solo playing and five sessions of Destiny six v six classic crucible, I get up and pour…

We ate the entire thing of green tea ice cream, lying in bed watching The Amazing Race. She had been poisoned by gaseous metal pollinating off of power tools repairing the hood vents in her kitchen. Now she’s back again with two days off this week. This morning, telling me that she didn’t want to go to school. And me waking up with a phone glued to…

It’s like quicksand, the way it gets me, even with the dishes cleaned, having the knowledge of the next work day, some form of guilt or pressure, sucking all time into itself, making even these ‘free’ days work days. I can’t get out. It’s sticking to me. Like the poisonous, metallic particles in Musette’s lungs. The fact that she is there right now…