I’m not even out of it. But I need something, and I’m not sure what it is. I’m sure I will find what I’m looking for though. I’d like to think that I always do.
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
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
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
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