I hate doing housework. Not that housework itself isn’t reason enough to hate it, I usually wind up thinking … well not so much “thinking” as listening to the angel on my one shoulder converse with the devil on my other– It’s more like… eavesdropping on myself. Sometimes I blast my stereo to drown them […]
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Nine Twelve to Nine Ten
imagine if your entire town was wiped out in a fire set by arson THOUSANDS of your brothers and sisters were killed HUNDREDS more horrifically scarred from helping survivors mentally physically broken from picking through body pieces and parts of their neighbors and friends and then told FUCK YOU when they ask for help with […]
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