Hey how you doin’? Lemme whisper in your ear,
Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear…
Or don’t. Please don’t.
You are not alone,
I am here with you.
Though we’re far apart,
And you’d rather be reading Catster (which is totally a thing).
She’s the queen of the 2020 class, and is inviting us to the throne of the King.
And I’ll never be royal
It don’t run in my blood
But I crave the power of love.
Yes, I think to myself, what an overcrowded jail. Oh yeah.
Eat, drink, be merry. For [TBD], we die.
A few minutes before noon, Zoe and I walked across the one-way street where our Uber had let us out, and headed up the sloping ramp into the church. It was dark…
Still posing for selfies even with two needles in my chest for plasmapheresis… while wearing a jaunty beret. (taken March 2019) Last Sunday, Z and I met up with my girl…
Some of the contents of the inside and from the outside of the recently departed fridge. I’ve had a few days lately that have made me wonder what is up with…
(Image Credit) In the midst of teaching Zoe about The Stamp Act and The Sugar Act, and a bunch of other lead-ups to the American Revolution this morning, news broke that…