Tag Archives: Michael Moeller

thanksgiving, part i

We can’t stay like this time to get out of bed and into the catacombs or maybe today it’s kale either way leafy greens can cover the dybbuk hiding under the trailer but for now it’s a castle and we … Continue reading

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bun in the oven

Rusted cracks are still metastasizing but the cancer’s benign enough to let the gentleman from Kentucky crutch us through the day I miss the whites of your eyes though I guess you miss the sound of my voice but neither … Continue reading

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