We Feed Ourselves Snacks In Order To Live

Hello darkness, my old friend.

The King of Time

On illness, recovery, and the lack thereof

Fun At Parties

Why Are You Like This?

Thanks for hanging around. At least you know there will be soup.

A Little Dish Of Pickles To Stay Alive

The spiders are coming, eat what you want.

Rage Is a Quiet Thing

Ciao Ragazzi, Ciao

"Rejoice! Our times are intolerable."

A Soup is a Spell

Stay with me on this one.

C'mon Jack

Birds do it, bees do it/Even educated fleas do it/Let's do it, let's take a nap.

warm as yellow

A Farewell to The Falconer

We will miss Joan Didion forever.

The Danger In Stopping The Ride

Stop the ride, get off, lurch left, lurch right, find your way.