Fresh Morning in a Broken World

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Young Master Bu loves her Xihe-meimei.

HE YU as Xiao Hua Yong BLOSSOMS OF POWER 百花杀 (2026)

me with a lucky anon

I keep waking up in different beds and in this same body. I have to say this right away so you know it didn't start with limbs slackened, hair oily, a cruelty towards the sun. It started in the backseat of Jessica's Pepto-dismal truck. She tied my hair back with rubber bands when the freeway passed clean through us. Jessica says I can feel like a cherry blossom tree wobbling under lightning. Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else. That night we lose the 7/11 lottery but I draw my lucky number, no quarters so we scratch our tickets with fingernails. Jessica says that's the sanctity of ritual — a ceaselessness in how I look at every drop of rain before it touches ground, the way Jessica mouths my name in her sleep eating each syllable like a minor god. I'm coming out as someone who loves things unevenly, my theologies strewn out in the dark, this iPhone an almost oracle. Jessica forces me to watch every sunset even when I am full. She puts her fingers in my mouth and says open your eyes. Open them. You see the small-town girls on big billboards? One day that's us.

What I'm trying to say is this. If you're on the Nobel Prize selection committee, wouldn't it be funny to pick some random asshole? Sure, it might be a little discouraging to all the hard-working pioneers who had discovered cures for cancer, etc. I get that. The rest of us need a little pick-me-up too. Figure I could spend the stipend on a good lawyer. Namco keeps leaving threatening letters in my mailbox.

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you understand my vision

I was gonna make a bunch of these to prove a point but realized halfway through that Lady Bane is my ultimate butch fantasy so now I have to go lay down