sorry about my absence, but I've been to busy teaching myself how to hypnotize, how to cook a tasty meal and all about black magic.
the only thing I didn't try was baking a cake containing my period blood and feeding it to my lost love.
she probably would have refused anyway. she will have nothing to do with me.
the allure of this city is fading. this morning the sky looked like acid wash jeans. i think it's time to leave. back to dad and his patchouli stank and hurtful remarks.
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