Author Molly Trainor
Parasympathetic Parasite People were trying to tell him he was a genius. Perhaps, if he were as ignorant as they were, he would think he was. But he carries with him the burden of knowledge. He knows what it took… Continue Reading →
The Pictures of Chaos I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos. This chaos which is forever doomed to recurse. Recursion that leaves me weaker than I started. Starting down a path which I struggle to… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.” With so many hours left in the day, you’d assume one could accomplish a few easy chores. This would be an incorrect assumption, as four out of… Continue Reading →