It's just like licking icing off of a serrated knife.

nov. 15:
"that satan is a real troublemaker..."

nov. 16:
i tumbled back to my place beneath the floorboards.

nov. 12:
"on my planet, we call it bonding."

nov 6:
you open your mouth, and everything is recitation.

nov. 5:
though he sat amongst us, i knew i'd seen the last of him days ago.

skipping days because my memory doesn't exist.

oct. 30:
missing my cowboy boots was difficult, doubled over puking.

oct. 31:
fog filled the garage and the flashing lights transformed my friends into creatures i no longer recognized.

nov. 1:
the ceiling continued to moved, and the snake crawled over my arms.

nov. 2:
heartbeats travelled through the pillows.