When Paul woke up this morning, he found himself in unfamiliar territory.
He considered freaking out, but chose to frolic instead.
Inspired by my inspirational brother, whose name is not Salvatorè, but who is in Italy having a fun time and I hope his face is not melting in the heat.
Variety Show Death Match. 2. Pope Caesar’s Revenge.
It’s not everyday unless it is everyday. Then, it’s every day.
Preview of upcoming Tom of Toms.
There has to have been one, otherwise there could be none.
A Navajo rug, into which there is sewn an imperfection. To prevent blasphemy against the Almighty. To allow the spirits to move freely. Presented truly, in vibrant blue, the story of a daytime.
Sometimes, things just plain work out.
Who is it that is whispering into the ears of whom? The inner space, a throwback to the finite winter of 2008. You heard from a distant star, the walks of like had never been seen. The Aprils have showered, brought blossoms of flowers, the walks of like have yet to be seen.
Henry went wandering about outdoors. He exercised for longer than he had intended. Henry communed with those currently inhabiting other realms and fixed himself a bowl of his faaaaaavorite flavor.