Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: The Metal Glen →
My mother told me once of when
A young hare ventured from her den
And as she danced in field and glen
The world sang joy about her.
But wicked hateful things abound
And that young hare these evils found
Then whisked her up from off the ground
And glen was left without her.
The wicked power…
Bette reads Lez Girls
i don’t think people understand that when i watch something, i don’t look for the gay
the gay looks for me
Anonymous asked: Why do you write so much?
Because kidnapping people and forcing them to act out your interesting make-believe worlds is technically illegal.
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