Weeks since they began, Tootie continues to produce her now-familiar squeaks and rattles.
While The World Is In Ruins, We Are Immune
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
