It’s sad the lives we lead. I mean, truly. What the hell do we think we’re doing anyway? Putzing around,
“Are you not thirsty?” said the Lion. “I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill. “Then drink,” said the Lion. “May I–could
I see you in the distance Like a fire burning bright I want you but I can’t have you ‘Cause
My mother sent me a King Cake!!! Oh the joys of yummy goodness! I think my friends have concluded that I’ve lost my mind,
– The rain spatters on the road. I can hear it from the bed as it coerces me from slumber.
It begins with the dream. The writer thinks to himself, “I think I would like to write a novel.” The
Please don’t patronize me with Old village phrases and Expressions of the passing of Time Reading your face proves impossible