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sleep. snort. fuck.

When I found Sleep. Snort. Fuck. my eyes thanked me and my legs crossed and I punched the air for that little bit of extra filth in the world.

My piece ‘he’d be nine now‘ is up today and it makes me want to vomit a little with nerves because it’s a non-fiction. None of that usual hiding behind characters or plots.

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