a place for zinesters - writers and readers

The old house in the wood's was a wreck.It was condemned-it was unfit for human habitation.People shook thier head's and went,"Tch-so sad children have to live like that".It was confusing to me-I didn't give a fuck-I was 5.It was actually being used to store old junk in when we moved in.It had racoon's,which I fed cherry tomatoes to so they would leave my room.The collection of comic's upstair's…
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