I don’t know why I went to Chelsea’s wedding. We haven’t spoken since we broke up over four years ago.
I have what I like to call The Quirky Aunt Theory. And by quirky I mean either good quirky or bad quirky. It doesn’t…
I splitmy headopen
She stared deeply into my eyes.
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Another hellish night of cacodemons, an especially noxious eve. I implore whatever…
Here’s the thing about caution:To be on one’s guardHides the wildNature of whims,Which extends intoWhimsyAnd the…
A modest generation looked for answersin the belly of a bottle. A remedy that would solve the riddles,and unleash the answers for…
The questions were always asked with sympathy: “What went so wrong? Why did she have to take her life?”
The Sun sat in the sky and laughed at us.