No more shame. Hysterectomy. Our sick and beloved. Gravedigger. Anagram. 5121 Highland Ave. Justine. Candle wax. William Savage. Ice bucket. You are my son. What sand? Camelot. Meaner. Whole Sebastian. White foods. No More Sharing. Mortal Son. 1968. Irreverent. Ignition Starter.
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Monday, March 2, 2026
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The well is dry. “Emilia PĂ©rez”. What Mind? White feathers. Gin & Tonic. Ambulance service. Applesauce. Be A Big Bird Father. Coin table...
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I don't have a case to review. Today's date. Disassociate. British monarch. Seating arrangements should offer families room. Kids ta...
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Who’ll? Maker. Precaution. No two are alike. Danish radishes.
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Rat in Sebastian. Randomly convinced. Actor. Dick. “Drive Slow”. God. Tarzan. Everything. Brother. Sister-in-law. You have a husband. Yup Ni...
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