the smell of my desperation has become a stench
Nubbin
Lovely Linda
If your colors were like my dream
How I start my day, this plus a bucket of coffee
A chorus of angels
The little sister I never had
Tweet, tweeted, have done tweet
Agreeing to disagree
Breaks out in a rash if fed anything
They don’t call ’em noodly appendages for nuthing
Just now my father had to get up, walk away from his computer, and count to ten very slowly
