THE DELUSIONAL NECTAR

 ‘Dear fucker, what’s up?

Yeah, it’s me—the messed-up, delusional, angry bird, Nectar.

Mom says I should get a journal to scribble down my wrathful thoughts instead of spit them all on her.

I figured it was a good idea. But now I wonder how long I would last before ditching you in the corner. I’l...

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