Talk to me Fox.

It was destined by the stars that I eat this Twinkie.

Like a spiderweb of sticky emotion.

I find it funny that one would be “a slob like one of us”.

If by chance, by hook, or by crook

Expletives Of Naughty Gutter Magic

Roselyn blood that never dries.

A treasure to be past on.

Believe it or not is what ‘they’ say.

There is no equal.

What open secrets await?

It’s gotta be MINT!

What one wouldn’t give.

I’m feeling technical today

Do you know your genealogical traditions?

A force of nature artist.

Just do it. (I don’t wear Nike. But worked there once.)

In the thicket of story

It never ends, does it.

An ebb of tonal reflection