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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.
$2.99
The best crime of my generation has been without a doubt a price hike of a single dollar.
Real Friends Tell the Truth
The urinal pad read, “Say no to drugs.”