look here
the one who signs the papers into law has a familiar name, and is easy to mock. the ones who write the laws, you’ve never seen, rubbing their hands as each joke hits the mark.
the one who signs the papers into law has a familiar name, and is easy to mock. the ones who write the laws, you’ve never seen, rubbing their hands as each joke hits the mark.
the steam that I would blow with snark, i’m saving up for love poems to you
winter deepens. it’s true: my favorite song was written to sell records.
resentment is the bane of our age. look around: if anyone seems an inch taller or shorter than you, beware. encountering blame, i bend to meet the truth.
the best horse runs at the shadow of the whip. mid- autumn: ouch. ouch. ouch.