Monday, January 30, 2012 at 12:49 am

There are tiny fragments floating round you, when I breathe them in, I fly. The particles have become me, they live here inside, they know when you’re near because I feel this tingle in my belly, my eyes get big and pool upon seeing you. Stop this madness and see me here holding your tiny […]

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Look Mama…

Sunday, January 29, 2012 at 12:13 am

They say words possess power: Shutup! Bitch. Drive the fucking car. Stop. Get over. Didn’t you see that. Your cooking is fair. Straighten this place up. Lap dances are just entertainment. I SAID. Where’s my. You’re just the bang maid. Why isn’t my hot chocolate made. These are the words he says to me…

Categories: POPment