My sister Clare is a being of light. Her face is small, and her slight hands are taxed with the continuous chore of smoothing her dark mane of hair. You could thread the eye of a needle with her ego,…
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Taco Night
It’s getting to the point that I really can’t tell anymore if I am changing, or if I am beginning to see the world for what it really is: a big steaming pile. Of shit. Hobo shit. When did I…
A Science Teacher and a Dick
Mr. Hanson is a dried-up prick and I hate him with everything I’ve got. His fucking hair is like some sad-ass page boy, he’s got a crumb-filled cock broom on his nasty lip, and he’s ruining the only thing that’s…
Hell Is For Children 