I have shaken it
I have listened
Weighed
Sniffed
Tapped
Rolled it in my arms
Peeked at every taped-up fold
And even licked the paper
Of this present I've addressed to us
But the label says
"Do not open until"
Though I'm not sure what we're waiting for
About the Creator
D351
trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl6 days ago in Fiction
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