In which nascent bomb makes a bunch of hetero-sexist assumptions, looks like an ass and hangs head in shame.
Also remembers why she generally tries to avoid stating her opinions in public (this asinine little blog notwithstanding.)
Annie Wenstrup, The Museum of Unnatural Histories
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1997:
Breaking sounds like a glacier
calving. Like ice sheets crashing
onto saves. A wave is water
oscillating between the moon’s pull
and the sea...
15 hours ago

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