this year priscilla realizes that true horror is wearing stripes after months of stealing table scraps. wishing you more terrors and scares on this halloween. love, katie Similar posts:tuesday cozycycling for survivalweekend happyscenes from a {catbird}...
there’s a weird in the air. like the undeniable, artificial, white sugary scent of halloween candy, pitchforking all senses as i skulk up and down the aisles of my local, big-chained grocery store, white knuckling purchases of pepsi, cheetos, and other...
or rather, “moo” ? either way, “happy halloween” m’loves. Similar posts:go ahead. call animal services....save a prayer for the morning after....white out.....no. i didn't get a boob job for...
halloween’s a stirring. our hood is alive with the spook: pumpkins guard the stoops, skeletons sway on second stories, and the smell of fog machines, misting out their gloomy soup, permeate the air as the final dress rehearsals are run on houses haunted. we do...
here are some random bubbles, fizzing up and around my already fermented brain: last night in yoga training we learned an adjustment which involved clutching the fleshy part of a student’s inner thigh, and then giving them sweet nirvana with a deep, hip stretch....
blech. someone had herself one too many mr. goodbar’s this weekend. my triple xxl robe from men’s: husky and high even feels snug this morning. HD friendly i am not. rather, stick an apple in my mouth and fire-pit me up luau style. i can’t go on...
