I wanted you to have this.

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June 1

I walked into the restroom at the museum
and waited amongst the other women for my turn.

In my stall, I gagged
on
the
smell of everyone's cunt.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad smell,
when you're asking for it.
But when you're not,
and it blows your way,
it's a pungent
asphyxiation.

​But maybe it's a good way to die.

"CHOKED ON MANY UNIDENTIFIED CUNTS"