There are three types of rocks: sedimentary, igneous, and Dwayne the
Can I please change my major to Monster Theory with a concentration in Satanic Narrative?
alpha-wolf-of-death-valley is talking in his sleep again.
"No, nobody wants the first bite."
“… ketchup? …Unlikely.”
I take great comfort in knowing that if the whole publishing career thing falls through, I would make a mean bartender or live-in nanny.
I sometimes think I can’t exist,
I’m far too improbable to live in this reality,
I think I’m held in purgatory,
The solitary, subtle hell,
Not direct pain and torture,
But the psychological torment,
Of solitary confinement,
Every day the walls close in more,
Every day the air turns thicker,
And I’m screaming in terror and protest,
But it falls on deaf ears,
What have I done to earn my sentence,
In this most silent of hells?
Why do I deserve this?