Category: Fiction

Non-poet­i­cal for­ays that most­ly all suck­tac­u­lar­ly suck.

Any broth­er can dream. Ego fra­ter­ni­ty grates his id.
“Just kid­ding!”, laughed my niece, open­ing presents.
Qui­et­ly read­ing, sis­ter turned up very well. Xerox­ed years zip.