Eggman

Squirrel

Last night, despite having been awake for forty hours (and drinking too much and taking too much of my meds, as well as accidentally taking someone else’s meds) I managed to write two poems and a story. They may be skewed by events, but they devour things. Not your things, my things.

Eggman

The storms will not stop. Soon everything will be flooded.

Zombie

I’m going to have a story and a poem in Zombie Summer!

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  1. sweet

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