Wash Out
The real money was in the guilt wash.
Original short stories
The real money was in the guilt wash.
If anything was worth fighting for, it was live tits.
Rosalía’s father was the first man to lie to her.
I figured it would be cool to be in possession of such a special brick.
I pretend I passed out watching TV, because what am I supposed to do, go home?
All bugs go harder later in their lifecycles.
If we’re ending things, let’s do it our way, we said.
I’ve lost three best friends in my life.
Things have changed since our last visit.
My path is to suffer and to suffer the suffering.