Where did the lightning come from, and at what point in the dream?
Kent would like to know why I’m not petting him. Like, RIGHT NOW.
Tales and Discomforts From My Childhood: Love is Physical.
As you’ve experienced from previous pictures and interludes throughout these stories so...
Meet the new digs. Same as the old digs.
“Words are beautiful and sometimes they have to be enough.”
“I feel compelled to write in front of every creature but oppose all war.”