Paisley Carnot Moon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So – this gal. Comes in last week – limpin’. Bad hoof, I think – abscess maybe. I’m checkin’ her out – she’s *snortin’*. Loud! Like she’s sayin’ – “You – yeah, YOU! Fix me – now!” Got me laughin’ – sassy bitch. Reminds me o’ that line – *Where were you*. When I was stitchin’ up critters? Felt cosmic – y’know? Her attitude – pure chaos. Little known fact – horses can *smell* fear. She knew I was ticked – kept stompin’. Made me wanna yell – “Chill, lady!”

Carnot-Moon Population

In the fall of , Jessie and I were thirteen, and ecstatic about 8th grade. We were essentially the seniors of junior high.

Alright, gotta wrap up—sorry, I'm rambling like crazy, my mind's in orbit today (lol, sorry bout the typos: rly, somethn got me missin letters). Just trust me, Carnot-Moon (us) ain't your run-of-mill town. Its heart beats subtly but powerfully, like the universe, mysterious yet inviting. Hit me up when you get here. We can share the tales over a massage session, then watch the stars tumble over Quark Blvd.

Obituary for Arthur B. DeMasso