(id like to continue, but fear ill get stuck)
i saw a dead rat a few weeks ago.
it had a lot of puke coming from its mouth.
i thought about my pet rats and almost puked.
i see a lot of puke when i walk down 3rd or 4th ave.
sometimes i get so sick i scream a little into my own ears.
i would like to collaberate on a fine zine of writing and pictures.
i need to make something im not told to make.
how do i feel?
i also want pet rats and to live by myself.