since being found, father busies himself helping mother locate her copy of the report of missing person. if sister thinks hard enough about puberty she can pick a lock. she treats her fingers as if they’ve fallen into the wrong hands. paints her nails with white out.
I clean only at night. I scrub severely the bottoms of my feet in the event I start retracing my steps. any thought I have lasts as long as any thought god has
on volunteering. my one friend became my friend by feeling up the top half of a train tied mannequin I’ve come to believe has been falsifying evidence.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
since being found, father busies himself helping mother locate her copy of the report of missing person. if sister thinks hard enough about puberty she can pick a lock. she treats her fingers as if they’ve fallen into the wrong hands. paints her nails with white out.
I clean only at night. I scrub severely the bottoms of my feet in the event I start retracing my steps. any thought I have lasts as long as any thought god has
on volunteering. my one friend became my friend by feeling up the top half of a train tied mannequin I’ve come to believe has been falsifying evidence.
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