it's the epitome of high school, and wow, my shit stinks. baaaad. but at least it's good for a laugh.
i'm gonna go draw now.


Counting The Milesas i count the miles back to normalcy on this insidious side street detour, i wonder if i should have stayed inside and never left on this journey back to mediocrity.Counting The Miles
as i grip the wheel that’s bearing me back to normalcy and the freeway lights twinkle in my graying sky, my second-thoughts catch up to my high-speed escape routine, plastering their ugly sea-faces against my windshield.
as my foot depresses the protesting pedal, speeding me away from the shrinking beach and back towards comfortable inland heat waves, my hands lie to me and spin the wheel. &nbs


Jenni Jenni’s outside, chasing her brother again. He’s been running for three years now. She still hasn’t caught him. The neighbors have sent messages, whispering that she’s crazy, that she needs help. I don’t know if I believe them. Jenni and I grew up together, here in Road’s End, New Mexico. We used to joke that the only people who ever came to Road’s End were lost tourists, broke yuppies, and migrant workers who took the wrong turn on the way to California. One time I asked Jim the librariaJenni
i want some sushi
i want some sushi
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