May 2011
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basically i feel fearless
i don’t want anyone to love me ever
i’d destroy anyone who ruined this feeling
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89.33 = FUCK YOU
Fucking American Court Systems. Fucking goals. Fucking letter grades.
I need sleep. Maybe a cigarette. I’m out of hummus. I wish I had some hummus right now. And a jet pack, to get me the fuck out of here.
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Bar Napkin Sonnet #23 | Moira Egan
Sometimes you have to swallow. I love you might otherwise escape your lust-dumb lips. By dumb I mean here dim-witted, not mute, though I have learned the Helen Keller trick to see no, hear no, speak no thing like truth. How could this big dumb guy I’m sitting with have made me come so hard I damn near swooned? And now he’s watching baseball as if it’s a new religion. Jesus Christ. Who knew that...