He sits there, upstairs like somebody's ghost
I go visit him
I bring him cake
He throws it away
and yet he takes.
Musings.Randomness.Satire.Attempts at nothingness.Nothingness in detail.A cup of coffee. A conversation.An obscure truth. A story about peripheral beings.Weirdness. Black nail paint and a girly truth.Giggles. Mindless creativity.Forgiveness.A mess.A life.Love.
Insignificant references to my life, an abstract and distracted thought sequel, monotony, inconsistency, vague vague perception, whorish intellectualism, feminist bullshit, armchair activism, causes I try to relate to, sharp sarcasm, even sharper criticism, frivolous details.
Nonetheless Happy Reading.
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