snow

Why are things so easy.....complicated...the table comes out of the ground, smacks me in the face. The words stick to my skin and I scream about the tartness of the Tang. The catnip is scattered across the linoleum floor, but the cat has flown away. There are acres and acres of trees, full of bees, just waiting to sting me.





Siren is a mad, mad, mad, house cleaning machine.