Pain, pain go away come again some other day.

Today I wrote the perfect sentence. I edited it. Then I deleted it.

I miss friends

Doing drugs in the nightclub restroom stall in my mind.

The tangible viscosity of regret.

You okay, wasteland?

Indie lit likes the smell of its shit.

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I can see this going pear-shaped fast.

Ever write a book and then hate it and then like it?

Sometimes I feel.

Fuck you, motivational water bottle.

I miss you before I have even left.

Wrote a story in complete old school vernacular, not one word in the modern dictionary. Either the stupidest thing I have done or the brightest.

Ate what looks like bat’s testicles and lived to tell the tale, also they were delicious.

Got a new story up today on Paragraph Planet. Let’s hope it happens, thanks to the editor Richard from @paragraphplanet

My bowels are foul.

Damp tissues