She Ate Her Young
Feb 8, 2017 ·
4m 1s
February 8, 1999: She ate her young We sleep with the news on all night—each story seeps through the pours of my skin getting the imagination wet. Last nights dream...
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February 8, 1999: She ate her young
We sleep with the news on all night—each story seeps through the pours of my skin getting the imagination wet. Last nights dream took me by surprise. Now that it’s down on paper, maybe it’ll one day breathe inside the warmth of a short story. I write what I dream; it’s there that creativity is stored. I almost never understand nor can I figure out where friends disappear.
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We sleep with the news on all night—each story seeps through the pours of my skin getting the imagination wet. Last nights dream took me by surprise. Now that it’s down on paper, maybe it’ll one day breathe inside the warmth of a short story. I write what I dream; it’s there that creativity is stored. I almost never understand nor can I figure out where friends disappear.
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