Thursday, May 5
B OWL OF HE A RT S
"Every time he said he hated me, I ate another Love Heart. The bowl is full: we've been very close recently. We hold each other; we make games out of the chores. Friends comment on how happy we are. I miss the sweet chemical tang, though. So I've been flirting with other people and letting him do all the housework. The bowl is emptying. It tastes good."
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This is a moblog, which is a mobile blog, which is a blog published from a mobile phone. It has pictures. I call them fatotografs. I write micro-fiction to go with the photographs. Click any picture to make it nice and big.
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