During our first date,I wanted to hold your hand so badI almost cut mine offand threw it at youto see if you would catch it Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I hear they make greeting cards now to thank your therapist... for NOTHING Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
How do you knowyou're a girl?I'm wearing a frock.And if you take it off?I get cold, so I putit back on.If I was a boy, I don't know what I'd do. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It was a scary thought. A man could be surrounded by poetry reading and not know it. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I was compared to Charles Bukowski yesterday. It was the best and worst compliment I've ever gotten. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The BALLPOINT PENGUINS, black and white, Do little else but write and write.Although they've nothing much to say, They write and write it anyway.... Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
There is nothing like scrubbing toilets for a living to make you question the choices you have made in life. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Enjoy yourselves. And Hap: Don't let Umber near the arrows and bows; he's liable to shoot himself in the nose." Dodd grinned and snapped the reins, and the carriage rolled away. Umber sniffed. "One of his lesser poems. Come, Hap. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Stars in the night,' he said. 'Something something something something, some delight Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>