Avery Laine

About Me

Giving but selfish, tireless but lazy, aware but oblivious, open when it suits me.

What did you dream when you ate a spider while sleeping?

That Wilbur was slaughtered for bacon and Charlotte spun my name in silken strands down my esophagus and into the dank, darkness that is my stomach.

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Incoherent Ramblings From a Fractured Mind