20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

dream

yelling at my father. i throw a wine bottle at him, it shatters, he picks up the pieces and pushes a shard through my left hand until it is cut up and bleeding. everyone said i deserved it because i was yelling.

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