Apruptbly Brude

Child psychologist revisionist doing it on the cheap hooked up to your computer Only you know how Down in the deep forest How the animals scutter And the parasols flutter in the wind I’m running out of words For a racoon drinking a cup of tea and nibbling on a biscuit Thief, liar, double Alice

Do On

Something I like doing in nothingness desperate in thought in lest time in before. Do on. END

Atlas Got The Job!

Atlas got the job of holding up the world. One day he might retire or become ill and I’m not done yet. Atlas! Always in the front. Always getting the glory. Well, he did not come from a broken home did he? He did not have a sister to raise and shopping to do every night after