Posted: 12/01/2010 in Uncategorized

why do white women wanna look like big bird

I live near the elements. People ask me if I get cold. I tell them it’s winter. They ask me if I get wet. I tell them it’s raining. As a result I am preserved, pickled in ocean water with no need for the medicine of humans. I’m starting to bloat, which worries me. I don’t know if I want to be so perfectly preserved that I can’t move because I’ve become a salt water balloon.

Dogs can’t talk but we can make ourselves understood most of the time. I don’t think this is one of those times.

I’ve been popping up a few places lately. I’m 1/365 of the Daily Flash 2011 anthology and my story is up at Nil Desperandum.


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