A health problem fucked my sleep up and then my sleep fucked me up and now I’m floridly manic. I am a being that exists to transmute insomnia into mania.
Hope I stick the inevitable landing.
If you can give and want to give, this is a link to help connect a Detroiter who can’t pay their water bill with someone who can.
I don’t clean my hairbrushes enough and when I do now it looks like a sad, dirty clump of cotton candy that you would find kicked under the elephant ear stand at the fair.
The gross underbelly of pink hair.