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PROCESSING RIM
Grief dick
several pictures she sent me before she died were of her sucking Drew’s dick while making a funny, insane face.
Flipping the Mattress
I can’t remember my dreams, but they’re there.
Acumen
To All My So-Called Employees,
A wooden lazer cut sign that says love
I posted an ad on Craigslist looking for a hundred people to come to my house and beat me to death.
Big Garage Doors and a Broke Drug Dealer
At some point in my late teens I needed to start looking for a job.
On the Day of Her Descending
The egg yolk had a bloody spot.
The Devil’s Doing
Pedro dove to the track for a ten as a train approached.
What about Wu Tang?
I think eight people attended. The following week, we tabled, hit offices with flyers, had a meeting.
Paved with Good Intentions
Bartholomew brought the hat around back once the show was over. He had passed it around as he always did, but the last few nights, it just didn’t fill.