simmering, something barely above
a bubbling surface. calderas may become
hot property in the future. haha,
get it, honey. rooftop parties, dancing
and jello-shot girls included
this summer, much like the rest. but where
is the water? by the bathroom, in a large
orange container. name brand. and beyond
that? I don’t know, but I won’t drink out of the tap these days
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...