Some year. Some years. Some time. Somewheres.
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Ch-ch-changes
That was me on September 16th, 2022. This was me on September 28th. 2023. (Turn and face the strain) (Also, I started waking up with night sweats. So. Changes.)
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Once Upon A Tree
Like a lot of people, I wake up every morning. I’m sure this is true because I’m alive. Again.
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Life is like a box of timelines.
2016 Here is what is this about. I don’t know what I’m about. Most people ignore me now and I’m not sure why, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know why, and even if I knew why, I wouldn’t remember anyway. I’m a handful on my best of […]
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AKA Disaster Girl
Disaster Girl. Ces’t moi. If I recall correctly, I earned that nickname right after I shattered my tibfib during roller derby practice. Tahoe Derby Dames! Anyway. That nickname morphed into other versions—such as FallGirl, Tripsalot, Fally Risky, LeggyO’Breaky, dumbass. Etc., etc., etc. So. On September 27th I was ordered to […]
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Naive Melody
I am in Trinidad. Humboldt County. I am planting poppies with my mother. I am in Dublin, drowning in the emerald sea. I am at Burning Man, filling my camelback with vodka.
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This Monkey’s Gone to Heaven
If man is five I have ALWAYS been overwhelmed and impressed by my strong, personal desire to do everything differently than how other people do their things. And that is why I only post my good selfies on instagram. I know it’s not cool, and instagram is chock — full of only […]