Argument Against the Earthy Pigments
Our family motto is
I want to hold my son and have him talk at me with the cuteness of dumping beer-drowned slugs.
Pericarditis. Someone put a cork in the aorta. It sounds like a valentine.
The apples are at that stage of unblemished ripeness that is perfect and I don’t have to worry about finding worms in them yet. But that will come.
I am filled with affection today. Titian red.
Is that her?