Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.

Alcoholic

Posted on August 8, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I imagine the way you taste must be like wine, the fruit of your lips crushed against mine, the pop and sweetsour of you on my tongue. Tonight, damn the coming hangover, I will get drunk on your kisses.

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Tonight's special. You get two posts.

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I finished writing the goddamned book. I feel a little like throwing up. That’s either a weird form of relief, or a desperate need to sleep. Goodnight, everybody.

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Tonight’s special. You get two posts.

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I finished writing the goddamned book. I feel a little like throwing up. That’s either a weird form of relief, or a desperate need to sleep. Goodnight, everybody.

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It's funny, I promise

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I fail to understand many things in my day to day life. What I believe I understand above all, however, is this:

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It’s funny, I promise

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I fail to understand many things in my day to day life. What I believe I understand above all, however, is this:

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