exposed cerebral cortex of a proletariat bike slut

sorting through my dishes this morning, I noticed a few down turned canvas boards lying on the drying rack.  Turning one of them over, I was met with one of the greatest delights that could have come to pass at noon on a tuesday.

Jesus sucking the menstrual blood out of a woman he had just savagely killed.  I immediately put it up on the wall, this priceless piece of art must be shown. 

A while after, my sort of temp roommate (the girl who used to live here and is in the process of moving to seattle but still here), walked in.  I hugged her and told her that her artwork contends with michaelangelo, at which point she told me the piece was only part of a greater series.  “Death by menstruation.”  The two other pieces joined my favorite on the wall of our kitchen, I’m sure much to the chagrin on my two male roommates when they discover them.  Living with just two men and no females will be interesting for me, as I am always so vocal in expressing the current goings-on of my vagina: its thoughts, feelings, pains, lusts.

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I’m starting to become alive again.  It’s been a rough couple weeks..dealing with being absolutely raped by the police and legal system, my mother’s viscious behavior (It’s becoming really hard for me not to hate her for being such a