Teeth Baby
The herd of gazelle charges through my living room; all snort and grunt and gallop and black horns swaying above white-panicked eyes. I can smell that cheetah smell: bad news and spotted speed. A small calf strays in the back, passed the coffee table, towards the kitchen, away from the crowded safety of the herd. [...]
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Love You Deerly
God bless us every one, What, and What Up? Here we go again – up the down ramp, in the out door, showing our faces without an invite. Might as well pour a drink and hit the buffet, we’re here now… So I woke up from disturbing dreams last night. I had been wandering through [...]
