Come join us for Breakfast.
This was some dank dragon fruit bowl.
—and enjoy…Your New Body
The Milk Still Haunts Me
"Coconut replaces the smell of the bar
and I don’t know if it’s her or the rum"
Ah, it’s the ocean and the sky
It seems that although we thought ourselves permanent, we are not.
I tried to make an evil dungeon by watching my dad
My lover really liked the portable fan I gave her.
Small Rainbow
well that sir, is the twisted sound of death...
pragmatic weasels
An explosion of living
Your actions speak for you. Your words disagree with what you’re saying.
When Pauline sings, Mario sighs…