For *those that have just lost their keys *those that are well-versed *inebriated ones *wanderers *mermaids *those that belong elsewhere *whippersnappers *marvelous ones *those that are not included in this classification *those that flutter because the moment is fleeting *boundless ones *those colored with slippery fingerpaint *others *those that resemble someone I know from a distance

Friday, April 01, 2011

I hate my uterus. Part IX.

Whiskey and cigarettes. For when you can't stop crying on the laundry room floor.

Fuck, I'm turning into my dad.