The signs along the road to the Gates of Hell told the story of the crater. It was a good story, all about some Soviet screwups who thought they could fix a problem by lighting it on fire. Silly Soviets, always doing stuff like that. The signs had been re-written just last year, after Taco… Continue reading Taco Hell
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Breakup, breakdown, breakfast*
You sit with your face buried between your knees, snuffling your nose and wishing the carpet wasn’t so fluffy and comfortable. Now is a time for hard floors. Your knees are wet with tears. Your sleeve is wet with snot. Little bits of skeleton are scattered across the carpet, small vertebrae that have skipped across… Continue reading Breakup, breakdown, breakfast*