

The DillapitatronsSuzie hadn’t eaten since the marmot biscuits were stricken from the menu. Reginald used to pack the under-cooked chunks so expertly into the nuggets of wheat and dried berries. Now they were gone. Taken by the Dillapitatrons, just like the gryphons and zippers.The Dillapitatrons
“Suzie, eat your rat pop,” Reginald pleaded.
“No, Reginald. I will not placate my yearning innards with such a trite manner of sustenance,” she answered.
“Jesus fuck, you’re a little shit sometimes.”
“Of course I’d expect such coarse language from you, Sir Reginald.”
Reginald sucked loudly on the skewered rodent. “They’re


I take a lot of 2c-iI take a lot of 2c-i.I take a lot of 2c-i
I’ve always said that if I had to kill myself somehow, I’d take a lot of ecstasy and jump into the dolphin tank at the aquarium. How cool would that be?
Sometimes I see kids wearing Pink Floyd shirts and I wonder if they’ll take a lot of 2c-i one day.
A lot of times, when I’m done taking 2c-i, I just sit in the library. Usually, I put on my hood because I don’t want people to bother with me and I kind of really just like how I can just sort of relax a lot and no one is judging or watching. Except the librarians. Sometimes I look at that one, Mr. Bogart, he looks like he’s about 70-y


The Cancerous ChristmasThe hospital smelled like someone pissed on Grandma. Granny’s catheter assured me that she hadn’t done it herself, but I grew suspicious of that dumpy nurse named Esmeralda. I didn’t know what sort of accommodations they had in Tijuana, or what she was taught by her papi when she was sprouting up in the barrio, but I wouldn’t be remotely surprised if, somewhere down the line, someone told her it was okay to just go on people.The Cancerous Christmas
Tatters of hail began to fall against the window, which reminded me that, yes, the holidays were here and we’d probably be spending ours in a hospital room. Just like last year.
Esmeralda squeez
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