Dad dies, still no passing on of the house to the slave
Author Archives: nails
He takes his dead dads gun and by coincidence monkeys invade and he shoots at them
When you claimed a man’s gun, you claimed the man too
What do you expect? A revolution?
Priest slept with her sister years ago
In the end they all blow away
He writes so well about women
I miss his jealousy
What used to seem blank and stupid in her almost like brain damage now seems like the opposite, silence and attentiveness, a kind of intelligence. She’s somebody you can tell things to
Now I’ve got two children and I’m exhausted and I don’t feel young and beautiful any more
My life is a hashtag 