June 22, 2018

Hide in the bushes. Wait for Britney to leave what used to be your house. Go in. Look for signs of anything – crying, maybe an affair. Find nothing, remember the table. It’s still wobbly. Destroy the table – just beat the living hell out of it with your bare fists. Go back to your temporary apartment, pull a poodle from the freezer and Velcro it to your sore knuckles. Think about sleeping. Stare at the ceiling all night.

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