Tag Archives: childhood

To the ones who lost their PhD in innocence

This tale ain’t here to entertain your intellect, boy, pickin’ at a calico’s cuticle misses the whole cat, and those verbose vocabularies aren’t an art like you think they oughta be; it is in the interest of the living to wax wiser than the weak but I’m weary

6 stages of insanity (but the good kind)

stage 1: the pet store owner in the video game world. Name tags, puppy dogs, kittens, birds. Stage 2: the fortune teller witch chucking fortune cookies at customers in the streets reading your palm tree. stage 3: the rich girl in a future of teleporters and cancer cures, burning flame-resistant tops and buying color coordinatingContinue reading “6 stages of insanity (but the good kind)”

Can’t Take It With You

Pack it all up in boxes, there, there you go, some things you need, some things you care for, neatly tucked away. But it isn’t the stuff I’m not taking that I’ll miss, so much as the memories clung to them like Spring Breeze fabric freshener that I cannot imitate in any other season ofContinue reading “Can’t Take It With You”

My Imaginary Friend

Oh oh o-woah oh. Imaginary friend, let’s sneak out tonight. Let’s pretend neither of us are people. You can be Stardapple, I’ll be Moonleaf, we can prowl like black cats down the sidewalks, to the park. We can climb up the playground poles, we can hang upside down from the slides. In the wood chipsContinue reading “My Imaginary Friend”