Don't Stop

by Lauren Biel

then I bring the painted skin toward my mouth. It tastes how it smells. Chemical-infused death.

Gross dude. You put the blood of dead bird in. your moutj

This sucks, but I’ll walk it off because I have one hour to get back to the sober living facility before I’m locked out for good. And that would mean returning to jail. So yeah, walk it off, bitch.

Hilarious ghat she is near death and she can only focus on making curfew

People are shit.

Where's the lie

connect with someone, but my brain very much says the fuck you do.

I can relate

Gross. I would rather suck on a meth pipe pulled directly from someone’s dirty asshole than have a child.

Damn that's pretty messed up. Got it no kids

No one wants Van Gogh, my earless little squirrel, or Cardi, my stripper mouse on the miniature metal pole. I even have a pair of dog balls in a jar full of formaldehyde.

Right cause that shit is not weird

within. That’s my collection of baculum—the penis bones of different mammals.

Cause that's not weird As Fuck

I’d have a human baculum if humans weren’t one of the rare mammals without a penis bone. It’s called a boner, for fuck’s sake.

I knew that

Thank god, because if something happened to Van Gogh, I’d have never forgiven myself for putting my mouth on the person who destroyed that squirrel.

Smh

Somehow, I’m always the one left feeling the shame and guilt while the rapists get to go about their everyday life like nothing happened.

Its unfair and disgusting

I help drag his fake drunk ass out of the car, and we wave off the nice fucking man who stopped for us.

How dare he be nice. That backfired

“You made me give you a ride, and you drank my beer. It’s the least you can do,”

Men are gross and delusional

“I want you to wear him,”

I'm sorry what?