Come, Let Us Love
Poem Come, let us fall in love with ourselves. Come, let us clean our embarrassing shelves of the guilty pleasure, of the bad debts. Come, let us accept our frivolous selves. Bask in...
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Chasing The Peacock’s Tail
Short Story Once I was a bartender all summer at this shitty hole in the wall bar called The G Spot. Every— fucken day, I would end up telling a whole slew of...
