Boy, Put that Wig Down

But don't pull your hair out. It'll fall out eventually.

Apr 17, 2015

I’d like to be a bacon of hope

sizzling on the pan

in the morning,



a smell wafting up to your room

to wake you from your nightmares.




Posted by Old Sap at 1:23 AM
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