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She’s not my girl, he says on his podcast, She’s, uh, doing the Lord’s work for me.

Taste the stomach lining. Taste the intestines. Push your yellow teeth chewing through them.

Nobody fucks in the old chapel anymore.

something so beautiful it makes me want to punch myself in the ribs

I changed the sheets and threw the whites in the laundry.

Starts off in a bathroom. Very unremarkable.

several pictures she sent me before she died were of her sucking Drew’s dick while making a funny, insane face.

The egg yolk had a bloody spot.

I didn’t go to high school.
I stayed with the janitor instead.
He kept me in the boiler room.
I was a kind of pet, I guess.

the waning moon is
soaking into the grass outside
hidden under my desk leaving the room lit
with a shade of twilight sparkle