but it’s not today that i’m posing scantily clad for turkey ...

christian moms against being a silly goose

i’m ripping this moss off my skeletal body

somewhere in florida i could feel god’s presence watching over us like a guardian from the comfort of the cuck chair

the sprinklers were still watering the evergreen grass

my lord, bestie, why all this pain?

latitude: god knows where / longitude: pennsylvania

the beautiful rainbow herbicides and the special shade of agent blue

sometimes this virtue feels like talking to a townie at a dive bar

call me ouroboros (because i’m ramming my own tail down my throat!!