This is the third chapter in Smith's calamity. If you feel you have stumbled upon this page by accident, stay calm, and hit the back button very slowly...
This is the second chapter of the misanthropic adventures of a junkie named Smith (now reread that five times fast), titled: "Naked Hysteria in a Cum Lacquered Cell". If you haven't already read the first chapter, you can find it on my blog titled: "Sick and Longing for a Walgreen's Bathroom". DISCLAIMER: NOT FOR CHILDREN … Continue reading Naked Hysteria in a Cum Lacquered Cell
This is a work of fiction. This is ONLY a work of fiction. Any nouns involved in similar events is purely coincidental (and pretty damn hilarious!)
I remember the sun- its light of a thousand moments, all vying for their fifteen minutes. Scratching at the sorrow of another yesterday while shivering up to a dumpster- society’s leftovers; served up on a concrete platter. I remember her eyes. Electric spheres of blue rising over an imperfect smile- the smoking gun clenched … Continue reading Memories of the Son