Pen is not earth mother. And the boy is not gentle. But he is lovely and broken and if she could stop being a chickenshit she could call him up and ask him to take her to Casablanca. This is how the world begins.

baby, i will be your butterfly girl, your curie, your wendy, your lullaby, and i stare at your lips too often.

Your hands bawl up, moons printing themselves where they should have never been. No stars will ever reach these hands [oneshot]

Thurston isn't here." The reality of the disappearing boy. homosexual content.

And I’m sure when they get bored, they’ll come back. (one shot)