I get it. I know what works. Dysfunction dominates, Fully filling laundry bags Because that’s all That can be worn. Nothing soft will sell, Nor
I came upon a bench. Upon a hill. Within myself. I looked to see him sitting, Silently gazing at the Calm between breezes. Placing thoughts
The ceilidh called Both burning hearts To dance beneath The ancient pine. He saw the light That played against Such sable hair, Sweet lips of
Part 4. Hello, and welcome back. It’s lovely to see you again my friend. On our last episode we were watching Super Sanitizer and his
Part 3. Getting back to our intrepid adventurers, you might recall that we had an amazing first day. Amazing up until I realized I had
You wish that not the one you are, Instead to be another. Afar. Apart from paths that lead to here Away from fleeting, failing fear.