October 2011
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hello
when I cut a slice of pie I feel like I’m killing it, the gooey sweetness is blood
when I toast bread I feel like the bread is pleading for it’s life, and the crumbs are the ashes of what could have been (this is why I don’t toast bread very often I kind of feel sad)
when I dip cookies into milk I feel like I’m drowning them in the frozen arctic of milk. The bubbles make...
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