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I met my best friend when I was very young. At the time, she was not my best friend, but my worst enemy; by this, I mean the child's version of an enemy because she stepped on one of my loose crayons during a playdate when we were both three years old. When I was seven and she and I were both to start the same school for the underdeveloped, I finally saw it fit to forgive her. Neither she nor I was underdeveloped mentally--or physically, really--but socially. For this reason, our fathers both...

I woke up two nights after my eleventh birthday to a warm sensation running down my inner-thigh. I rubbed my eyes and sat up; no way in hell did I wet my bed. I'd never been a bed wetter, not in my life. Still, I figured I'd better check. I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom, stripping down to my undergarments to see a line of red crawling to my kneecap. In a fit of panic, I ran to my room and pulled back the sheets. In the middle of my mattress was a misshapen oval of deep red blood...

i am looking through waterfalls peering under roots of trees and running through this jungle trying to find the answer or maybe just a way to second-guess myself, or you who knows? maybe i'm trying to find the question to an answer i've known for so many years who knows? maybe i'm not looking for anything just a distraction a way to avoid telling you what i know i have to say but, oh... what was it again? "i love you" or "i miss you" ? "i don't want to be with you any more" ? "you disgust me"...

i am jesus yes the one and only illegitimate child of our lord, god watch me as a traipse from puddle to puddle like hopscotch clockwork puddles and inch and a half deep but i can walk upon them without getting my Converse' wet jesus am i but not immortal not immune to these desires of human beings not immune to the desire to feed on flesh to sell to steal to break all of the commandments and to be a sinner of each cardinal sinner i am not immune to wanting and to being and to living up to pe...

Its a wicked train ticket That leads to a place Seven-million miles from here That place I've been trying to reach But I just never had the guts Its that wicked train ticket That's tucked away in my armoire Its expires on the twelfth of never But it only goes one way Its a wicked train ticket That speaks to me so much It makes me pretty promises at night But it hasn't gotten me far Its that wicked train ticket That makes me feel so ashamed Of being caught in a dead-end existence And taking th...