I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
Less Sabotage
Thunderous. Clover Street. Bridge. Snow. Inferior Morale. Fuck your mommy’s Uncle on her bad side with a coat hanger. Like he just fucked up. It's not them, it's me. Because you let them die. Weekly. Under ridicule.
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