My distaste for small talk and common speech goes beyond my social skills. Conversations have atrophied below our feet. Disappearing meanings and significance and intentions, we are SHITHEADS. Undeniable truths hidden in pretty sounding words. Nice sounding words. The pleasant and the bored. I am a shithead and so are you.
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- Hey
- Letters
- Disneyland Diaries 2012
- Old Stories: Fingers
- Old Stories: Pazzo
- Tea
- Charlie
- Cliches
- Random Journal of a Postmodern Nobody
- Rice and Eggs
- Came Up On Some Boy Pants at the Flea Market
- The Notebook
- The Best Cupcake I've Ever Had
- Hey
- Trying
- Of All The Things I Thrifted
- W
- My Talking Head
- Remember Molly
- Behind Her
- Relevant Reads
- An Extended Stay: A Murder Story
- Well-Acquainted
- The Rum Diary
- Something to Remember
- Winona Ryder
- Chez Dro et Cathcart
- Rule Number One
- A Ted Mosby Smile
- mikal
- Nocturnal Friends
- anx
- Bitch Squad
- "I'm cute" She Says
- Ima Piece of Shit
- BITCHES
- Pile of Thrifted Thievery
- An Ace Shit
- F is for
- Chambre
- Sleep ya right
- Buddies
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