Blah 04: Return
The Writer writes. The Writer fucks. The Writer writes about fucking. But he also thinks about the neighbors. “Fuck the neighbors,” his new girlfriend says. He ...
The Writer writes. The Writer fucks. The Writer writes about fucking. But he also thinks about the neighbors. “Fuck the neighbors,” his new girlfriend says. He ...
I’m throwing at her all I’ve got. “Don’t push this guy away just because you are scared. At least give him a try, or you’ll always regret it… Life’s like ...
The nurse comes with two long cotton swabs. She makes me deep-throat the first one and then asks me to pull down my pants. She forces the second one down my ure...
“You are all I need,” sings Tom Yorke over my speaker, as I try, for the third time today, to put down the word on a blank page, while struggling with a couple ...
Fuck everything. That’s the mood now. The fucking “fuck everything” mood. Remind me not to get a long nap next time I fuck to exhaustion, please. Thank you very...