Mosquitos are probably like potato chips to vampires.
Boulevard of broken feet
The trees probably want us all to die because decay fuels their growth. We were too busy supervising the mice, and the trees began to plot our demise.
YOU ARE READING
The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma
HumorTo give you some comic relief after you read my poetry. These are dreams I've had, thoughts, and Evil Plans. Welcome, and prepare for a tour through a hellscape like no other.
