clutching my heart and panting for aspirin 

every time he unpacks his pockets

i am laughing with a mouthful of charcoal

anthropocentrism is disgusting

"pups come with blanket with parents' scent"

every time i smell bratwürst, there's a period of two or three weeks where all i can think about is slicing up my own intestines and disembowling myself.

bury you loud in your lice

nothing's as real as a right-handed budget

seven-headed state

pony parties in the u.s.a.

pony around the universe

relationships are an exchange of commodities

christmas wishlist: a glitter-lettered t-shirt, "i author my own life"

there's only one time for troubles on my mind: they're always on my mind

amongst many other articles on a newly anointed überlist (no deadline), 

i am baking 100 cookies w/ recipes + notes. see here.