dogs chase their tails, i take pills to create superbugs. my snake? it bites itself.

born from the same principles that spin the earth in its incessant, maniacal circles?

finally free of his very own death grip, walter displays how her dinner has adorable ears:

the fresh year rings between pigtails, lopsided.

heart sillystrings hoist mud up an old tree.

my hands are cold.

reset.