

a writing callusgulping down hot apple cider until my throat burns with indifference, ia writing callus
force my pen and paper to (mutually) rape each other: writing run on sentences and misconnected descriptions.
we drink french vanilla cappuccinos on wednesday nights and drive through red lights to edit other people's papers
[talking about which of our classmates look like porn stars] click away on your typewriter about high school and flashlights and our siblings
a writing callus marries my ring finger from those nights we spent at bookstores with raspberry mochas and coveted Kurt Cobain tr
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
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"You can't give up hope just because its hopeless, you gotta cover your ears and go blablablalablabla!!"
Captain Rake Fluffy Butterwhiskers Silly Butt *grin* o.O
Brilliant artwork, too.
I thought that dude said you were beautiful...
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