On Those Nights When Only Cake will do…
There are nights when I shoot up suddenly, jolted awake by searing nerve pain. In those late hours, I lie still envisioning a slasher breaking into my house wielding a knife or chainsaw or machete (think Robert Rodriguez or Rob Zombie grade of cinematic gore) only to have me beg them to take the left
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