I left my apartment in the morning with two oranges in my coat pockets.
They seemed to have an instant rapport which could be explained by blood or just not explained at all.
California is the world, and we don’t have any illusions left.
The economy, the environment, John Maynard Keynes, and why we’re never gonna get a sweet train, sorry.
I thought about ding-dong-ditching and realized how poorly that could go because I’m not much of a runner.
How to drink in the desert.
Her short snout and desperate gaze make her abnormally irresistible to humans.
But I was proud no child killed a bunny by accident this field day.
I keep my headphones on the entire time, which makes me “that asshole.”