Shit Happens |
You know what people say when I tell them I got run over by the same goddamn bus six times? Shit. No shit, I say, bus number twenty-goddamn-seven. It's why I ride the subway now inst...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 22:12:00 GMT |
August by Rosemary Bateman |
We didn't like the idea of sinkingneedles into our skin and besides, being blood sisters was too cliched,so we pushed past the creaky pantry doorand sloshed a little red wine intopaper cups and had a ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 14:02:00 GMT |
Canvas By Dylan Ravenfox |
An old girlfriend would always write on my skin,in blue or black ink. We both knew she was destinedto be a tattoo artist, though she never would admit it.Little yin-yangs, tulips, messages like whyare...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 13:16:00 GMT |
