time ticks suck our joy
wringing hands dread tomorrow
how’s the weather there?
I like to share my art and writings, whether it's silly or serious. I'll also feature a comic I work on called Writing Whoas, which is about the joys and hardships of being a writer. Stick around to laugh or cry.
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Do not trust clocks ticking within the glass. Please binge-watch that show (or 12 other ones); croon for dazzling riches you’ll amass,
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