/lit/ - Literature

I'm high. Bear with me.

I found myself in the clutches of the house mistress, whose painted red nails had scratched my arms in their slicing grip. Tom and I had jumped through the window in an attempted departure, but had only found pavement and fractured bones to suffer through. I thanked the drugs for this, and also thanked the rural police for being completely oblivious to the drug culture of my favorite city. I only made these journeys if I had the friends with which to call people.

Now I'm baking a set of cookies for myself, likely around three or four dozen in total. It will have the combined caloric weight of two sticks of butter, two cups of flour, and all the sugar and chocolate you could bear to eat.

come at me