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Narcisa called me while I was out trying desperately to tend to whatever remainder of business I have in this world. Being responsible. Showing up… Playing my role as best I can as the infant Her Majesty breaks plates and glasses or whatever the fuck.

She wanted me to deliver an egg sandwich with tomato and lettuce. It’s a cold, rainy day but of course I do it, because my baby is hungry. I show up looking like the creature from the black lagoon with the sandwich wrapped in soggy brown paper and where is she? Good fucking question.

I ate the fucking egg sandwich myself.  It tasted bitter… like resentment. Bitch.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.