Sweet DreamsOur sun is stuck. Someone paused it during sunset. However, we still go by hours and minutes the way we always have.Sweet Dreams
A young man is standing on the street corner crying over a cubist painting of a black woman. It’s on the ground. His long, dyed black hair covers his face. Glaring at me. Pointing to the city bus creeping down the street. It’s full of blood and garbage. I’m not a fan.
I must find her. I am going to be late.
The grungy city bus inches closer. Blood so thick on the windows. Looks like someone painted them with red acrylic. It has become full of disease since the sun star
thanx a lot
greetz
jinx
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" Y cuando saqué la primera foto, me senti muy perversa"
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