She is waiting for the end of another beginning, woman, always changing: now the heat is in the core. She is waiting for the end of another beginning, woman, always changing: now the heat is in the core. She is saying goodbye to the moon’s pull, rhythm of tides;...
I think I smell like alcohol. I’m sitting, eating a doughnut and thinking about last night. I wonder if my liver is O.K.; if I keep this up, I’ll kill myself. No, if I keep this up, I’ll become my mother. I think I smell like alcohol. I’m sitting, eating a doughnut...