Tuesday, August 2, 2022

Writ of prose

Proven. Execute. Humble. God. Demise. Your honor. Freeze. Sip. Down. Attire. Lemongrass. Petit fours. Sigh. Butter. Hair. Saturn. Sent. The ground is wet. Reply. Soil. Days end. Sand. Behold. The lap doesn't begin until where? Why did I even have a thought I cared?

Playlist

"Bus Stop Bitties". https://youtu.be/VbkGYMk7PZQ

<add our songs>


Your honor

No comments:

Post a Comment

Edith Montgomery

That's why I became a house sitter. Put it in a box? Tariffs. Stick 'em up. Here's your answer. Over the counter. I'm buying...