Spic-n-Span.
I squeezed my toothpaste ’til it all ran out into the sink in one enormous glob of goo, grunting, “Fuck You” under my minty-fresh breath; imagine if you will, that…
the collective dream – on the flipside of recovery
I squeezed my toothpaste ’til it all ran out into the sink in one enormous glob of goo, grunting, “Fuck You” under my minty-fresh breath; imagine if you will, that…
(Grizzly’s name for you was Mike-eses, so it’s hard to call you Mikey). Before you venture off into your next adventure (beyond excited for you on this one), I ask…
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons…
I saw the way they looked at me. Like deer stunned in headlights. It was as if they weren’t granted the right to tell me what they saw in me.…
He escaped into freedom and we should have let him go because at the threshold of every door were ghosts of chaos just waiting to get in. And they were…
Was it my final “fuck you“? You’re the one who died, but now I’m the one missing from your page with no remnants left of memories for decades. It wasn’t…
Now that you’re gone maybe you know now that the look behind my eyes wasn’t intended to make you think I had something to hide. It was quite the opposite,…