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DO WE HAVE ENOUGH FOOD TILL THURSDAY?
it doesn’t matter though everybody’s lost their appetite family won’t help my sneakers stink I need a shave blurry eyes and old cigarette butts my life feels stupid…
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THURSDAY, NOV 5, 2026 · FOUR FLIES IN ROTATION
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it was another late
morning
mid week
i was rolling a skinny
joint
with some leftovers
from the table
when my lady walked out
of the bathroom
oh my god, she said
i just laid
the biggest turd
i've ever seen
it took minutes
to come out
i just sat there &
waited
then i got up
to look at it
it was huge
circular
i couldn't see
the end of it
really? i said
really, she said
but it was brown &
firm
well-formed,
so i must be
okay,
she said
that's good, i said
it is, she said
then she sat down
next to me:
my woman
that's a skinny joint
you're rolling,
she said
it is, i said
it is
you take what you can get
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