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A (Backwoods) Noir Moral Parable About Death
You catch yourself staring at the clock waiting for 5, the start of your 4HL. “Don’t look at the clock!” Your elementary school wrestling coaches’ raspy voice rings out from the catacombs of your memories.
My Lovely Neighbor [Excerpt]
I spent the entirety of the morning masturbating.
Companionship
I have two glass heads sitting on my dresser