July 2009
34 posts
onlinejournals:
I’m preachin to you, all the poor fat kids who live in trailers down in Florida. With your low chainlink fences and damp white tank tops, you celebrate Christmas somehow; no change in weather or spirit. You get cheap presents. Maybe you sulk. Maybe you don’t even exist. Maybe the whole idea of you is wrong. But I don’t care. I imagine your reality and it’s too interesting to...
