For No Eyes Only
I am constructed
of sadder stock
than most. The quickest
taste I can conjure
into my palate
is a crab
apple plucked
from the pit
of weatherworn
and barren
earth. Scorching
and pleading in the same
tongue-spun creation.
Ashes to ashes,
luck is
good
luck reaping
what you’ve already burned.
We start out lonely and die
alone.
Joe’s new puppy, Zooey, is still not used to being locked up in her kennel. Lordy lordy.
Oh boy does this bring back memories of Nike back in the day.
Following this blog may be the greatest thing you have ever done
Okay I know that every time I think someone is cool I say that they’re my spirit animal, but FOR REAL Miss Jay is my spirit animal.
Robert Shoykhet is the fake Matt Damon to my fake Ben Affleck.
Marisa Bryan is the Nawt Toast to my Buttered Toast.
Emily Withers is the Sookie to my Lorelai.
Alternatively:
Try to do something nice for someone. End up apologizing.
Give someone a friendly hello. End up apologizing.
Wake up. End up apologizing.
I’m scared of babies now.
Yeah holy crap that’s terrifying.
I don’t even… what even…
WELP I GUESS I’M ADOPTING.