the things we write


the things we write ( etirw ew sgniht eht )

dear mrs. worthington,

fear not the fog lights

      wish you were hearsay

      seven bellend lane

long for a gone walk

or silverfish fishing

      full moon looming

      oven’s in the dinner

porpoises, portals

scribble ’til you’re normalzzz

      god is an onion

      sincerely yours, anon

ten crisp crescent

messrs so & so

      wet paint drying while

      – this pen is running ou

see how they rumba

episode three

      once upon a double dip

      chapter ninety nine

die, you fucking goblins

don’t forget a brollie

      eat more broccoli

      see you in the morrow

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