At the Four Corners, WATTUP
On the eve of my greatest adventure, ever.
I know that you’re following me. Because I’m not tagging this. THIS IS JUST FOR TEH AWSUM FOLLOWERS!
A poem dedicated to you:
There once was a wee little lass
She didn’t know all that she had
Till one day she saw
What filled her with awe
A wild follower appear in the grass
This fine yellow day
Which caused her to say
“Hello how are you
I love you too!”
And they played in the grass all the day
/fin
If you liked this poem, reblog it and add your own verses onto the end!
Ace of Diamonds by me
Canvas: Playing card
Medium: Mixed (Pencil, Sharpie)
If the wallaby were the solemn bee, would the wallaby partake of solid trees?
Better yet, if the solemn bee took place in me, and I ate a bowl of honey please, would the wallaby climb out my knee, and sneeze aloud around the breeze?
Wont of the breeze to deny the please, and dance about the wallaby, while the solemn bee reprise of three, takes hold the heart of you and me.
My troll body trolls.
I was born an only child, but that didn’t last long. I never got to enjoy my time alone, because only a year later my parents offered unto me a minion.
- Excerpt from my manuscript
About Terribly Serious
So while I was driving up to visit my cousins for our annual Christmas Eve shenanigans I saw this and practically had an aneurysm. I think I freaked...
my life
