Homeless: Saturday. May 11, 2019.

If I am living end soup kitchen. I thought about Tidus tonight. It felt like Fred crawled into the bed next to me and was sending weird ideas into my head. I could not stop hearing words beneath the snores, and then some macho dickwad came and lulled me into resignation about needing a man […]

Homeless: Saturday. May 11, 2019.

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