Yes, it was a bird,
A bird I’ve heard…
Category Archive: Postaday
“No shirts, no shoes, no service!”
This is not a poem
What if the arcane was a euphemism for a cult?
This little light of mine,
I’m gonna let it shine,
Even though it’s late at night,
I’m gonna let it shine…
I am the greatest person alive!
I’ve cured cancer…
what if the reptile
was avenging
the ancestors
and got stuck
inside the pipe
I laid out my plans,
Made all my….
a decent virgin fears the warning in the clouds….
I ate a banana!
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