I cut my nails in half the night before last. I melted down the sharp removals with some hair for a dining room set. I blurred the outcome so others couldn’t see it and gave it a small plastic fuck hole, some tubing, and some sparkling light fixtures. I will present breakfast on it for my family around the holidays. They never give a fuck, with laughter. Hope this sheds light on the jumpsuit bunny plate china I leave on their steps in the cold or the pain pill lacerations I scotch taped to my inner eyelids. Wish I could get the money back for all that shipping. Pigeon beak necklaces can be heavy in weight. They nearly oppose the feathery mons pubis I painted red and sent so far away, and the blended jungle octopus diarama, featuring Abraham Lincoln, I labeld “return to sender.”