compilations, for better or worse
i have no qualms about blaming this on the house. the peeling paint and the ever present clouds can duke it out. either way, they leave a petulant girl down for the count. i close my eyes and see worn out oak, taste the grit of paint in my mouth (no doubt lead-based), and my ears ring from constant use of bright orange power tools. we were not made for this.
posted by jessica @ 9:49 PM
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