F.F.

Well, hell. You are quite lovely.

Everyone's Nobody

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i hope that you're miserable
i hope that you ache
i hope that you're satisfied
i hope that you break.
i hope that you're empty
i hope that you're sad
i hope that you've learned
cuz you have been had.

Making Food Makes Me Happy

I've been cooking a lot lately. I put on Pandora, pour myself a glass of red wine, and prepare my ingredients. All in a neat row. The room warms, and an aroma of butter, cream, garlic, onion, cheese, rosemary, etc. begins to fill the air. And my soul feels soothed. I've been making chicken enchiladas, experimenting with chili, homemade fettuccine alfredo, french muffins, roasted nuts, brunches, and so much more. Baking sweets. Cooking salties and savories. I'm satisfied.

Quietly Fading Into Light

Geese in the Graveyard

A curious sight
On a freezing cold night,
The geese in the graveyard all covered in white.

The Cold Nose Chronicles

How can I invent a sort of nose-muff(kinda similar to the ear-muff) without it resembling a clown nose? I have got to find a solution for my chilly schnoz. It's never NOT cold. Which means my little nose is always red. This tends to lead people to believe that I have been out playing in the snow, or that I have been boozin'. And when I raise my hand up to my face, cover my nose, and blow my warm breath upon it, people think I'm just doing a really long breath check. Nose-muff it is.