confessions of a bitter artist (a fictional journal) 2.
2. hurt Ten minutes later and caffeinated, I’m in a chair at Infinite Body Piercing. Lizzie presses plump the left nipple at the entry and exit points (two dots) marked […]
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the origin of clouds (a novel)#1
This morning like every morning, I drink coffee and smoke cigarettes and watch day come in through the window of my small studio apartment. The window is worn with […]
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