I want to go to there. Except Mr. McGregor’s garden. Nothing good can come of that.
Traif.
I meme therefore I am.
Jono Rossa. He wins at all of the games.
Happy V-Day from Nerdy, Wordy, and Almost Thirty!
Why I will continue to use the word “inflammable”.
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
— Ezra Pound
*Disclaimer: This is made up of two images I do not own. I cropped, recolored, shifted, and superimposed them on one another to fit this need. The poem belongs to the amazing Ezra Pound.
