Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare (who has a parlor)? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? What I’m really trying to ask, dearest Filthy Dreams turklets, is: are you lonesome tonight? What’s that, my little gizzard and gobblers? Oh, I know, I know. Thanksgiving is just not … Continue reading
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Confessions of a Cronut: Nobody is Perfect
Yes I am a cronut. I am a cronut waiting inside the counter to be picked up by my customer; or better I should say client… Continue reading