on a quest for boobs / i become evil

Then there he was, the cowboy whose name I forget, but remember as tall and lank and dressed in slim dark jeans he’d tucked into his boots unembarrassed. Having grown up in Texas, I understood everything about him in an instant on a level the British girl never could.

It was cold out.

He never did meet the kid.

He arrived in the city with an STD.

Don’t worry. Birdie closed her eyes. It’s fine.

There’s more than one way to conquer & that’s to be conquered.

I.

I started hoarding cash.

I needed about fifty dollars that could not be traced back to me, so I stashed bits here and there: $3 change from the ice cream shop, $4 paying for a round of

For months, I kept two words in my phone’s Notes app: “Victoria Brooks.” I’d hastily typed in the name during a lunch with writer, Jack Skelley, in Los Feliz. He promised I’d be a fan of her work.

I had been seeing this girl, Shelby, for about a month when I got married. To someone else.

The summer after graduating college sank me into a deep depression. Most of my friends moved out of

The Bible illustrates that considering God’s every word is not an endeavor steeped in

safety.

Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.

The 19th century word for “penis,” in one very well-written red-light district instruction manual for a battalion stationed in Moscow, is “instrument of physiological longing.”

Max excused himself to the restroom where he sat on the toilet, pants on to Google “how to break up with someone.”

There is a good case to be made that I am seeking amnesty in the United States because of the amount of paperwork required to simply exist in India

Bruce took one golf lesson at the local country club and rushed home to teach us what he knew: line your toes up in the direction you want to shoot, do not step as you swing like you do in baseball,

I stare into the drive-thru order box, the cars behind me now three deep.

Decision fatigue. That’s what my therapist calls it. Decision fatigue must be what renders me silent in the Taco Bell

My point here is that I no longer want my art practice to have a direct and negative impact on my personal relationships.

When you texted him something passive aggressive because he didn't answer your text in a timely manner, did he ignore you harder? Small dick energy (SDE).

You are such a hot cowboy and I feel so lucky that you’re with me in this, standing in these dark brain fields right now, I think to myself.

We knew, for example, that according to 23 and Me, White Water didn’t have even a trace of indigenous blood, not even Cherokee, not even if you went back four generations.

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Wishfully thinking. Not really living up to those thoughts. I know it ain’t gonna happen and I know when this is over, I will go home, come back to my loneliness like clockwork.

Karen is tired.

Always those who wreak havoc having their way.

1.   [User] searches for [potential ex]’s profile.

2.    [User] views [potential ex]’s profile.

3.    [User] unfollows [potential ex]. 

4.    [User] views [8 photos] on [potential ex]’s

And the rubber women were melting / Like gum on the hot pool deck