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christ i’m still miserable, the entire inside of my head, great big cavern it is, feels all itchy so that i wish i had a dustmop made out of 60-grit sandpaper to deepthroat and my throat and lungs feel made of adobe.


if you have any kind of soul within you you’ll go here immediately to send a message to the U.S. Senate and to George W. Bush, telling them to goddammit take ACTION to get this fucking worldwide AIDS crisis under control already:
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By jae

jae lethe (he/she/they) is a blogger, musician, artist, poet, web developer/designer, armchair philosophizer, teller of tales, and gadabout. Also, something he calls a "behavioral artist." (Not sure.) She has plans. BIG plans.

Among the things that he has done for a laugh are minor fractures, cuts, scrapes, and various scabs. Though she's quick to point out that they're no imbecile, we're fairly certain that he thinks the word means some kind of medieval pharmacist.

This is her latest home on teh internets - where jae stores their swear words, when they're not hurling them at the sun in vain.