“As my world burned...
...so did the cookies. They were delicous in that something-went-wrong kind of way. The ice on my burnt tongue melted like my face does during a July baseball game."
This sounds hard.
Or exhausting. Or tiring. Or energizing. Can you be so tired you’re awake? Chocolate chip cookie bathrobe. A boy dog named Sue. Fake fireplace. Real life.
Around I went with two crayons. Two turkeys emerged. They formed a band. The Magic Markers.
His mom was a doll. His dad was a clown. ”Boo” was his first word.
Life of a Pen.
I'm a pig pen who was left behind at a fancy hotel. I'm trying to go unoticed so that I can stick around. I'm learning to swim.
"You will receive a fortune cookie that sparks an intense-yet-zen passion for recyling paper. Origami swans become your thing. You'll suffer many a paper cut, but won't care. You and happiness and the swans and the paper forge a lifelong friendship."
“Villainous Scumbags Who Wronged Me”
Dear VSWWM: What did I do? What did you do? Are you a Villainous Scumbag or a Human Scumbag or a Human? I love you back.
I'm holdin' out for a peanut butter, banana, and bacon sandwich with Elvis. To go.
Sappiest Love Story Ever...
Bee hearts tree. Sittin' in one. Honey. Syrup. Love. Is a tree a flower? Could it be?
Somewhere else. Awake. Morally confusing nap. Gives me wings. They wilt. Red Bull? Nap? Another?