6th
07:59 pm

"Daniel, do you have one of these . . . credit cards?"

- 27 comments

7th
03:48 pm

(no subject)

- 1 comment

9th
10:21 pm

(words are a sawed-off shotgun)

- 8 comments

12th
01:35 am

(when the buzzer rings, they're walking like an Egyptian)

- 28 comments

13th
01:46 am

(we have all our love to give her)

- 6 comments

14th
12:06 am

(no subject)

- 6 comments

19th
11:56 pm

(two silent birds circled by)

- 33 comments

21st
12:11 am

(you've got a light you can feel it on your back)

- 6 comments

26th
10:47 pm

(we were born to fuck each other one way or another)

- 34 comments

29th
12:54 am

(I feel that you should know I have an empty soul)

- 21 comments

abandon hope all who enter here

Elizabeth (Betsy). Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but perpetually seventeen. Whirls back & forth between vulgarity & delicacies like a dervish proper & has been known to disappear for months on end. Worshipper of Carroll, devotee of Lovecraft & BPAL hoarder absolute. Destined for the madhouse.

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