Please, inform those police To rush, and bail us out From the household, of churches From this, unscrupulous big stout That disintegrated our eyes. Our big brothers who imprisoned Us below this big bottle, corked Had drunk, worst than our infidels.
I saw her first from a distance, Adorned with rags and exotic insects. Her signature scent was Very Vile, Hair and makeup by House of Life’s Trials. The world moved on in the midday heat, People so busy, they never missed a beat. ‘People with needs is nothing new; We’ve got ours, we could mention … Continue reading Minding My Business