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Oh, you foul little organ. How I loath you and yet love you all the same. My Jesus, my Judas; my savior and my betrayer. You have brought tears and screams with your vitiligo covered length, bathed in blood and innocent flesh. You have brought life into this world and have caused me to wish …

Abandonded

She left her hair tie on top of the bar and it looked so sad all alone on that dirty surface. So out of place, with its brown skin against polished green wood. It must be an alcoholic, that hair tie, because it was halfway through the puddle of beer someone left. I guess I …

Candyland

I miss the days where candy was my goal, when the novelty of red colored sugar inside of a painted blue candy shell held my fascination, the days where I would steal money just to go to the store to buy boxes of Lemonheads and Boston Baked Beans. I used to think the natives of …