Monthly Archive: April, 2013

Safety Pins Are Not Safe

Bloody scary sores. Bloody wounds everywhere. Gaping holes in our flesh. Torn skin, ripped skin, ravaged flesh.  And a safety pin.  A fucking safety pin on the bathroom counter.  This was yesterday’s afternoon/evening. … Continue reading

Meet The Kellie

The following blog post was written three months ago, but K was too chicken to publish it because we all think it sounds conceited and cocky. However, ever since this was written, the… Continue reading

Playing Nancy Drew

Yesterday is gone from our memory, but it leaves behind a number of visible clues which tell the story of our day and evening.  Most noticeably the bright orange hair which we now… Continue reading