Snap the thread of consumer fate Send back the order of flatscreen dish Don’t just consume. Create.
Never-ending cuteness In her every frame Heals my wounds Assuages my grief Relief found in her every sound Intonations of ambrosial melody Kill the demons lu...
Green bowl, open your clam shell I am in desperate hour
It starts with a whisper A sign of things to come The sound is soft still It’s barely more than a hum
I set the milk to the boil and Settled down with literature A biscuit plate beside me, I was quite comfortable