Imagine you're baking a loaf of bread. A nice crusty loaf just starting to brown, the inside fluffy, warm, and full of holes. Now picture injecting that loaf through the bottom with some type of melted candy that fills in all the air pockets. What if that goo filled every nook and cranny and even... Continue Reading →
John Muir’s Daughters – III (Lottery)
"When I win the lottery Gonna buy all the girls on my block Color TV and a bottle of French perfume When I win the lottery Gonna donate half my money to the city So they have to name a street or a school or a park after me When I win the lottery" -Lyrics... Continue Reading →