This is a blog for Jenna and Malcolm‘s evil thoughts about queer nihilism and fire and sex that isn’t tender. And rocks and sticks and clubs and other things that are described as sharp or blunt. And blunts. And other drugs and only love if it’s the kind you feel for the incompleteness of broken things. And music if it’s scary and movies if they’re scary. And books if those books are for burning. And smoke and other particulate matters. And offense. And fences if those fences move of their own accord. And bottles if they’re glass and empty, but minds if they’re plastic and full.


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