Iris Diaries: Spilt Milk
We all know that's not milk.
Milk spilt. What a quaint little euphemism for a very public mess. Oops—I fucked in a public place. Oops—it all dripped out like some lewd latte art across my thighs. Oops—someone saw. And by someone, I mean three teenagers, an old lady with binoculars, and a pigeon that’s now rethinking life.
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Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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