Morning Muffin
So we have our own language, right? I mean, I call him Smotch. He calls me OG (Oh’g). Our various household apparatuses are given names like “the roundy-round” (our lazy… Read more »
So we have our own language, right? I mean, I call him Smotch. He calls me OG (Oh’g). Our various household apparatuses are given names like “the roundy-round” (our lazy… Read more »
Dream On The distorted scene behind my eyes shutters in and out of clarity: Something distressing is happening around me, but the sense of what is vague… I’m eating a… Read more »