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I could have been a CrimethInc. Kid / people in hell deserve a hand
“I couldn’t brave another psychotic episode”
Paved with Good Intentions
Bartholomew brought the hat around back once the show was over. He had passed it around as he always did, but the last few nights, it just didn’t fill.
My Dying Heir
The girls bathed my son in the morning, as they do every morning. I call him retarded but doctors don’t know what it is actually.
steam
i spin my wheels of hate to the hate station
Bus
There are kids who take the bus without paying.
mediocrity
waking up,
I see demons
licking my toes
The Delineation of Lazy Dry-Anna by the Terrible Broil Family
Wan slight & sleazy mourning,
rtd / mk ultra victim
i held the greasy forehead of a seizing junkie
Cold War Escapades
“I’m gonna knock you into next week, boy.”
Brick wall
i don’t litter except for when there are no trash cans around.