I don’t know how I ended up here
Author Archives: nails
But its not just today, or even the past few days, the truth is she hasn’t felt right for quite a while. Not for years
dad is bitten by a snake and dies- he works at a reptile place- person who works in the morgue is interesting
people stink when they’re alive but afterwards its much worse
he’s the sensitive one, could have been a painter, or perhaps a homosexual
there’s a lot of letting go at the big moment, same way you come into the world you make your exit again, incontinent and howling
Money is what its all about. Notes with numbers on them, each a cryptic iou, not the real thing itself but the numbers denote your power and there can never be enough
weakness has no flavour
im never gonna love again
it’s like someone intended it
My life is a hashtag 