i thought i saw a windmill
what’s your name again?
I watched pepe le pew again this morning. it was exactly as I remembered
it: a devoted romantic skunk making love. does coming back
from vacation always feel like this?
it was just like i remembered. OR it was just like was
i thought i saw a windmill. out the northeastern window. it was imaginary
or was parallel universe peeping through was Nebraskan lineage knocking
what was ...?
my secret weapon: mirépoix. the mixture of onion, carrot, and celery
which makes the holy trinity of french cooking.