Julie Mannell
Drink Mother Fucker, drink drink drink, you sang to shots locked in her gut. Press the nut button, cheap meme boy. Talk cock, pour shock top good luck charms...
Drink Mother Fucker, drink drink drink, you sang to shots locked in her gut. Press the nut button, cheap meme boy. Talk cock, pour shock top good luck charms...
I leave my place of work unemployed, with last week’s check in my pocket and little semblance of what my near-future holds....
When I lie awake at night I ask myself: Is my cunt a sheath, or a diaphragm through which I breathe in the heavy scent of night flowers spawning quietly in the kitchen?...
Eastern Washington is a gas station sober & glittering in a plane of fog....
i sleep in a watery Saturn a memory of a past the world neglected to remember....
I enter into the purple mood, I can already tell everybody in here is talking shit....
Fuck America. I'm crossing America to hopefully save it. It seems insane to think one person can save America but it's not my fault. ...
There is always the question about pleasure being If you know the reason why, the underlying, subconscious...
belief=value=more belief=more value=money=more money=exploitation of me, you, all our friends, & several billion strangers...
the only thing left of me will be a part he couldn’t touch. his hands are so soft they aren’t skin i swear they’re magnetic fields. ...