Ink ponderer. Pecan pie master. Wave rider.
Carl Buddig is very good to me. His perfectly packaged two ounces of protein doesn’t…
She was tired of the lonely party. Outside, she saw Sharonne leaning against an LTD Brougham, a lilac aura emanating from its velour…
For Whom the Bell tolls is a blob in a cube
Five o’clock clicks on a dime
No Paleo here
gripping the arms
dangling on negative time
Pardon my absence. I was busy making myself miserable. I’m peeking my head out of the boiling cauldron to check myself before diving back in.
