Flip Digit-Cyndi Dawson
Flip Digit Mental petroleum burns faster. Thoughts aflame; lit matched flare of nostril. Angry twist of lip and cheek borders slack jaw; borders hunch of shoulder blade ; borders flip digit cackle. These hours crawl. They smell of sarcasm. Sarcasm rots up poisonous, inhaled into lungs scarred of the previous. Scarred sludge and roadkill. You [...]
