sometimes when I am checking my books out at the library the librarian will pause & hold one up for inspection & nod, saying “oh yes this is a good one.” and I will feel the warm rush of approval flood through my every pore, seeping so gently into the fibers of my being
you come up to my doorstep to taunt me with inner truths? pointing and jeering as if at some sad mangy circus animal??? is your soul so barren of mercy
#you stand on my front lawn bullying me with facts at the top of your lungs that all the neighbors may hear #such savagery :(
Don't worry Gaud I'm also a writer













