cleaning out the email on my way out of town

scared is as scared does. with the worry and anticipation of the blood that runs through my veins in great gallons. my body is limp and wasted like the scattered pilings. leaves, broken hearts and broken bodies. I would destroy mine as it has already destroyed me. I wonder what past life held my crimes,…

incidental music and superchunk dreaming

it’s hotter than a motherfucker outside. thank god for fax machines which make even bartending hunt work easier. and movie theatres. my dog i think has to shit. i have neglected her today it’s too hot. mark is cool. he saw me on tv last night and still has a desire to call me. I…

THIS MEANS YOU

i spoke with mark. my birth father and finally let him know about the tattoos and random fun facts about my life. and it seems to be going well, in the sense that i said “yea, well bet you didn’t figure you had a freak for a daughter”. it’s all relative. like corn muffins and…


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