malt vinegar brews even the dimmest bulbs
an obtuse periodicity anchored in past traumas. i find myself constantly taking a step back. preemptive refusal to be a matador to someone's
Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.