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Girl On Queen Street


Wednesday, April 9, 2008
the monthly pangs


tgif, but this one's rough on the edges.
and really rough.


this this, this pain inside, this clog, this owwwww.
this fag, the PMS, no the MS.
this is the sequence of mine
. feel bloated
. tits feel sore, then awfully small
. begin to 'angin' alot
. smell the air of betrayal the moment you sit down at a table
. peace becomes hard to find
. then the blood comes
. and when food is not consumed, the evening's teh kahtai comes gushing out from the mouth
. then excruciating pain.
. then the emotional pang.
. then the cork.









tbc



11:09 AM