Author: franny

aseptic technique? or do you let your germs run amuk down arms and legs, from your little tongue bumps to my back molars? do you gown up, scrub down, latex yourself when you’re taking the plunge, and does that surgical mask keep those little poisoned words seeping into the air space in front of me?… Continue reading do you practice…

baby ashley turns 1 today. she’s a spitfire i hear. looking forward to classes this semester. this year is going to be alright, may even be great…that’s fine with me. it’s an absolutely gorgeous and terrific day today. not a cloud in the sky, brilliant friendly blue and even the crows said hello to me… Continue reading 36

little sister with the really big ass mouth. you coochie cooed a long while back, always flashing your tits at anyone who’d look, spelling out in long comments your support for a little mind fuck… it’s funny how the soapbox gets dusted off when there’s lots of emptiness to unload, remember YOUR circumstances, remember your… Continue reading shut up and dance…

is what i do, always makes saying goodbye easier. i’ve always hated saying goodbye. just is too damn difficult sometimes. somehow it always feels like a sucker punch to my gut, knocks the wind out of me… i’m infamous for my bad goodbyes, my mom will tell you so. i’ll nitpick, i’ll bitch and moan,… Continue reading pick fights