Pic I took at the show: [link]
Listen to some Finntroll: [link]
Also, I love my new apartment


AskingBroken glass, broken glass, broken glass. A shoe.Asking
I have been drunk inside the bar behind me a hundred times. Turning my hands over, I can find a few scars on my palms, in a state of healing further progressed than at the time of my last inspection.
I'm sober now. I have a Red Bull nearby. It is 3am. Everyone is yelling. Not in sight, but I can tell where it is. This is to Saturday as birdsong is to Tuesday.
I had come to Trotsky's with Jim, Jerry, Alice, Jen, and Sarah. They're still in there. Tonight was
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UntitledThe noise she produces, the cacophony, is larger than she. I cover her small mouth with my fingers, holding them over the sweet pink flesh. I see my mother’s eyes in hers, that same crystalline gray-blue. Her cheeks are small arcs of angelic perfection. When I move my hand, she is quiet, and completely still.Untitled
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Cheese, stupid
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