I’ve got a big hole in my sweet tooth and it’s screaming for EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA.
MORE MORE MORE MORE food babies growing in my belly.
Gravity pulling my skin closer to the floor.
Complaining about getting saggy. I’ve got this body dysmorphic monster living inside of me. Continue reading “Physical heritage”→
It was minus 7 degrees and Tom decided to lay a path of hot coal.
It was time to concur some old sores, he said.
Because the soul is caught by blisters.
Tom, you know I don’t like the heat
my worst enemy is breathing boiled air. Continue reading “Tom the Magnificent”→
like my diary. I don’t even have to read your thoughts. Check every Facebook status (you’ve written) or look at every picture on “the wall”.
I think I know you.Continue reading “Dear students”→