The Punk's Labor

The devil is in the details. The daily dons the dandy. The discipline delivers the dopamine.

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Our correspondence are momentary constructs in time like a lego set with an inevitable d e m i s...

When you were laying in bed waiting for me, I was too caught up in my own morass to walk towards you. The veils of ego were too heavy for...

The "I" walks into a bar. And enounters a priest. The priest delivers an abbreviated version of last Sunday's sermon: "Chastity is the...