Stevi's Storied Life

I've always enjoyed picking at scabs. The grosser looking the better. There were the kids who glued their hands together just to peel it off (maybe in one miraculously unbroken hand shaped piece of something that looks like dead skin) or the ones who pushed safety pins through their fingertips or ran their tongues through lighters to show it doesn't hurt--and any observing person of maturity would tell us to stop it; some of them later overplucked their body hair or tried suspension (not me...not suspension) BUT I still can't leave a wound alone completely. I once asked a nurse why I couldn't just pick my knee scab open instead of her taking blood with a needle. She assured me I wasn't the first to wonder that and explained that the blood from my scab wasn't fresh anymore, that it was important to get it from the veins where it's circulating--and besides, reopening the wound would actually hurt more than that needle and make it take longer to heal, leave an...

Nobody leaves home until we all do nothing together as an entire human populous long enough to see who still wants to argue that our "evil nature" we "can't control" will take over and we start killing each other over vegetables because people are historically fucked up and we saw it happen in multiple films involving the word "Purge." I'll turn the lights back on when the KKKlansmen put their pointy sheet hats on and collectively march into the ocean with weighted shoes on. I trust that's in their budget. Then we will kill anyone who tries to be the new evil head that'll obviously rise up in their place so we can rationalize not openly wanting them dead and pretending grey is our real favorite color. "Free Will" is just a Rush song (no Limbaugh)! If you opt to go to work in defense of liking things that will cease to function if nobody "makes" money for a day, know that people could still blink after they got guillot...