It's been a year.

It's a good time for a blog revival.

world war z

Caedmon

When we get more confident, we move from
similes
to metaphors!
Dull and clumsy Caedmon and his
hymn
of Wulder-Faeder
and his arcane wonder
father
Sing!

http://freerice.com

Dear Ks4SmjGw,

I hate you.

The Stink

It was overwhelming, I told him on my cigarette break sans cigarette. It was fermented juice and food, leaking through a trash bag, microwaved and sautéed in rotten body odor. I fled to the bathroom, where I thought I could dwell freely without such an odious stench, yet the bright lights drew out a pulsing migraine.

h a p p y a n n i v e r s a r y . !