The Week After I Graduated in No Specific Order
I’m not picky.
JAKE
Humans Remain
I care for the crematorium inside me. The British Museum drains 6,000 carnages Female dancer figure (hula position?) made of wood, pearl-shell, teeth (human?), hair.
19 Ways of Crossing the Street After the Old Guy In the Sedan Jerks to a Last-Minute Stop in the Vons Parking Lot Crosswalk and Motions for You to Pick Up the Pace, Can’t You See He Didn’t Want to Stop For You in the First Place, Lady?
Imagining a possible legitimate reason for his impatience
Pigeon wearing meth-filled backpack busted at B.C. prison
source: https://globalnews.ca/news/9393581/pigeon-backpack-meth-bc-prison-grounds/
Please Don’t Tell Mom!
Oh, man. Your brother’s gonna die.
Crybaby Ferris Sucks
Baby kept costing us matches, throwing punches at opponents that missed and caught me right in the mush, tripping and accidentally hitting me with his big splash, that kind of stuff.
My Rug
If my rug were a house it would have good bones, right?