know thy’s elf
wait which elf????
we are watching c-spain together. i am relaxing with you in the c-spa.
wharf from star trek is here. he’s all bummed out on crun-cherries — the new cereal from the makers of ‘secret’. campers abound. a bitch wears a felt cap. who put that hat on that dog, grandpa demands. male publicists storm in, storm around, storm out. lonely fatty shakes salt onto his corn. ice skaters are stoked to be included in the fiction. Elderly, I delete them, gingerly. Reinsert them! i am a moony copyeditor, alone in my gender palace.
I inflicted this on my office this morning. no one complained.