A Clean Slate I am melting. Like a fire hydrant on acid, in a rainstorm, with no coat. God damn bucking horse underneath it’s ass! Racing! We both Read More » 11/06/2019
Bob wore a Donut costume to the party, and no one was surprised I am writing this to you from Bobs Donuts. I just yawned… probably I am reaching a lifetime donut limit in my mid-twenties, and I Read More » 11/01/2019
Bob’s Donuts; back for the first time The time is 11:11 and I am writing to you from Bob’s Donuts on Polk St. It’s been a hella long while since I have Read More » 10/11/2019
4.17-4.19 Happy Donuts I never do fucking anything. I am eating a giant apple fritter [I think it’s giant, idk the average size of an apple fritter] and Read More » 04/23/2019