A thousand circus mirrors cannot move a frown
We are the real clowns
And the sun rarely shines our way
— Mark Kozelek
A thousand circus mirrors cannot move a frown
We are the real clowns
And the sun rarely shines our way
— Mark Kozelek
After a harrowing bathroom experience, I remember the five-year-old me saying, “The enema is my enemy.” Potty humor at its most precocious.
To paraphrase Nicole Blackman, I want to reach my hand into the abyss of Blogger and feel what reaches back. Hello to and from 2025.
Credo of the day: If the spud fits, wear it.