Gabby Windey
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
I'm two tequilas deep, and my mouth hangs open as if to wait for another grilled cheese sealed on that silver platter.
Please, please just put them right in my mouth.
About five to ten, they're tiny.
This burden, this burden of a life, this burden of a party.
I cannot get any respite.
Especially, especially not through my old factories.
There's a stench of sorts here in the party.
A dirty hallway filled with the incense of perverts and nefarious wants of maybe making a new friend.
And the odor, the smell of small men.
May that scent never know a bottle.
And when I say small men, I mean small.
You don't know when you get a peep at one, what quite you're looking at.
And after getting rejected by the coat check, I see something as my eyes rise to the bottom that I cannot quite recognize.
An underground species maybe.