You come from wire hanger abortions and cars with bullet holes in the windshield.
And even though your teeth hang from strands of copper wire.
I still find you charming.
In fact, I wouldn’t mind if you slapped me around a bit.
Darling.
When your dad, your man, your idol, bought you the rifle he wasn’t joking.
Your idol is sipping the blood of the youngsters under flannel sheets in a motel 6 somewhere. Its only illigal in 47 states. Read the fine print.
patience young ones…your idols are speaking to you, they're speaking to you through the pin sized holes in the aluminum foil.


Im starting to feel like a hip young novelist. Are you on the edge of your seat yet?