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I Wonder Whats For Dinner

Happy Birthday. Your thirteenth is important. Maybe your first really public day. Your thirteenth is the chance for people to recognize that important things are happening to you.

Things have been happening to you for the past half year. You have seven hairs in your left armpit now. Twelve in your right. Hard dangerous spirals of brittle black hair. Crunchy, animal hair. There are now more of the hard curled hairs around your privates than you can count without losing track. Other things. Your voice is rich and scratchy and moves between octaves without any warning. Your face has begun to get shiny when you don’t wash it. And two weeks of a deep and frightening ache this past spring left you with something dropped down from inside: your sack is now full and vulnerable, a commodity to be protected. Hefted and strapped in tight supporters that stripe your buttocks red. You have grown into a new fragility.

Hyena

Welcome to October. The 6 God will reign supreme forever. No one knows what's coming but us OVO. Drizzy will never die. ♥♥♥♥ all the haters. To the under achievers, the tweet & deleters… look in my eyes!! you wanna do summin? You can't stop it, it's coming. The storm, Iceman coming.

You are a complete lunatic.