Forty Months Twenty Seven Days
Long Live The Queen!
Long Live The Queen!
We’ll edit later says a poet to a painter, now let’s go paint.
Some lyrics in search of a bass line at the Nutjobbers’ Ball.
I had a dream last night that one of my cats took me across a bridge to a whole world of lost things. There were socks and keys everywhere!
Musie, See you in Art Class next week. Remember, Cash Only, please… Or, on second thought, maybe something more valuable such as ink, paint, or coffee…
Musie, Stop it! Thank you, but stop it, please. That’s more than enough reading for me.
Musie, We’re babysitting again! Listen to these Titan children drone.
Caution: Hairy Haiku
The saucers in Nia’s tea set are covered in little dragonfly nets.
You can skip this part. Especially if you usually break fast with brunch.