Yknow What Maybe I Do Yearn For The Mines

yknow what maybe i do yearn for the mines

writing a garbage essay feels like you’re the cow who gave birth to the two headed calf. in the morning, my professor will wrap him in newspaper and dissect him on a cold operating table. but here he is alive, under the pale glow of my computer screen. he is beautiful. there are twice as many logical fallacies as usual.

1927 . New year new eel

hey what if I threw up actually

me

he transgendered gayly down the street with autistic swagger

Stone faced and barely moving in the club.