Inside this morning:
leaves, a shoe
dried cereal
pictures of you
May the sages stay drunk
I don’t want what they have
“You have a bad attitude.”
“Yeah? Well, my attitude is like my underwear: I’d change it but I’ve become so accustomed to the smell.”
… looking at me over chapped lips …
MenDressedaAsWomenDressedAsMen
The Art of Frump
We will peel the glint from your meat and strip the bite out of your dog until you’re nothing but dry suck, bad apples, and old thoughts.
Semper Fi?
Simper Feh …
