Yes, I'm talking to you, Vista. Mainly because you smell like a hermaphrodite.

My teacher's name is Peggy.
She teaches Restaurant Law.
We were learning about law.
She said 'ass.'
I wrote a poem about it.
Here it is:

Peggy said Ass
in Class
with Sass

should we file
a Class-Ass-tion
lawsuit?

The end.

I figured life would get better. When do these aches and pains stretch into that space where we can breathe again? Where the air comes in freely, and we only strain to hear the faint movements of the one that lies near ( Read more... )

I remember humidity’s weight, and how it lifted with the last rays of the sun. Cool winds set in around us from the north, blowing away our senses as we hung there, effortless, weightless. Birds spun above our heads as a feathery halo, swooping downwards to lay wreaths of kisses upon our crowns. Smiles came over us like phantoms - the mysteries and ( Read more... )

Best served with sprinklesMy jaw unfolds ( Read more... )

A Moment Last NovemberCast this wretched ( Read more... )

I can't wait for my train ride tomorrow.

I am dead serious.

That is all.

I'm dangling from the dripping nub ( Read more... )

ok, in-grown hairs on your elbow are NOT cool, mainly because you don't even notice them until you prop your head up and, in doing so, set your elbow on the table. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

I popped that lil' bastard.

Here it is. An update.

That is all.