paint ur nails, crone

nouveau witch my skin crawlz in ur house sit its th WORSt style

a gold ring

i pocketed from the hinge of the busted shed floatin on the water where i locked my bike an tossed a pile of some moldy insulation slabs green-brown slime an white drywall crumbles neath which 2 hide it clumsily when would i get to leave again on that busted bike: big weather coming up and […]

things sure have changed around here

i ring both doorbells. nobody responds so i ring them again and again. i look apologetically at the people behind me. these girls–they ought to let me in; they remember me; some of the neighbors are the same people who lived right next to me most of last year. we shared a yard and split […]