Aria Fort Scott Whore ❤️

About New York City

Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

I Am Gomer…and So Are You by Patty LaRoche

Oh, and if you're into the outdoors – you gotta check out Ochiltree Park. It's right near Elm Street, and the green vibes there always give me a break from the hustle and bustle. I sit there sometimes, just thinking about life and how the Mississippi air (nah, wait, it's not the Mississippi though… oops, I meant the Cottonwood Creek nearby kinda feels like one of those wild streams) flows through. It’s crazy in a good way!

Obituary of Janice Patterson