misery tourism

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I went to work at IKEA after Bobby died at the bowling alley.

Soft fingers danced with threads, step by step, sorrowful butterfly

In domestic situations I remain estranged, uninvolved.

The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.

ankle to ankle with dangling dead bodies/
it’s time/it’s place/in office

I heard lifeless singing and waited to see if it was a birthday song or a death song.

Lionel Screwit is a travelling detective, employed by World History.

It was pitch dark, save for the light pouring in from the streetlamp in the frigid tundra outside.

Corporate-sponsored astronauts are about to touch down in the parking lot of Burger King.

The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.