Mama Cass climbs a red rope liquorice into the arms of St Teresa who dreamt it all on a bus to Des Moines.
I am trapped under a god-size hair dryer with every woman ever wondering how to love each other.
I ate a candy necklace dipped in brill cream off the neck of an emo buddhist and he blessed me.
I talked about making out with readers in the L magazine.
I am playing spin the bottle with 3 failed memes and a feminine archetype.
The perfect storm of synapses is invite-only.
I talked to JA Tyler about abyssness, moreness and not-enoughness.
I will follow friday into a forest of twizzlers.