A few weeks ago, my mom noticed a small slit in the screen of my window. Nothing huge, not enough to reach through, but precise enough to raise concern. We lived in a pretty shit area, so breaking and entering isn’t unheard of.
Painting a paint over on the side of car lane isnt a proper bike lane
This is not a bike lane. Especially if its narrow afcand leads to the end of that section of the car lane only. Going with cars on the same lane in a space that can only fit one bike 🚲 is quick way to die.
I don't usually write about myself, usually because I close up, hide away. I don't show my face often, only to those who knock on my mind, plead for words that I refuse to say.
I slowly opened up the warm fresh carton of eggs from Walmart…
Next I saw a peace of mold that resembled a cauliflower as it began to writhe in the hatred it felt as humanity gazed upon its glory for the first time.