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Sticky Note Syndrome #1
The parliament of dancing devils rages in their white house of commons in heavenly hell.
The parliament of dancing devils rages in their white house of commons in heavenly hell.
Breathing in Dread Exhaling Void Furrowed Brows Squinted eyes Searching Freedom
A wall clock running on its own time, never late, always early.
She was a giant hand with a face for a palm who walked the streets of Manila naked. Bold and confident she marched through sidewalks with her middle finger up like a mohawk. Pedestrians left speechless; jaws dropped on dirty, grimy concrete glued together by forgotten bubble gums. She was a singular force, distinct from…
He is not a pea in a pod. He aspires to be more than that. He is a child who loves to run wild and free, not caring about a thing or two. But he has an urge to release. Not anger. Not pain. Not happiness, but rain. Golden showers sprinkling in a pond of…
Today is a special day. Two months ago, my feet, sheltered in my Adidas Superstar, stepped on the tarmac of LAX by way of Manila, Philippines. I left my tita’s house in the suburbs of LA a week after getting into a fight with her son because I hung out with a trans woman, and…