Rocketbunny
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A twentysomething pagan former pow-wow dancer, public nuisance, runaway, and ex-criminal who likes to pretend she can write.
Writing
"Clean" is Subjective
I knew that I was ultimately powerless, and I needed an insult that could perfectly convey the full spectrum of my anger and contempt with one swift, crushing blow.
The Gentle Art of Being a Pow-Wow Brat
I can’t tell you what that first dance was like, except that it was an even better way to spend a weekend than a box of Cocoa Puffs and six hours of Saturday Morning Cartoons.
Conker Worm
Conker Worm? She wracks her brain’s store of Disney creepy crawlies, but nothing comes to mind. “Conker Worm? Who’s he? How does that go?”
Lab Rat
Things get kinda interesting. As in “vaporize a half inch thick glass jar and stand there staring at your own hand like a fool as your ears continue to ring from the sound of the blast,” i…
I Will Never Be A Master Gardener
What could go wrong with a cactus?
A Little Arsenic in the Skippy Extra Chunky
WHY’RE YOU TRYINTA POISON ME?!
