Penny for my thoughts? Two cents for mine. Ask me for a nickel. I’ll give you a dime.
How many jubs could a jubjub jub if a jubjub could jub jub?
It led to the body.
Said they would come back for me.
Not my kind of sin.
Going from door to door.
March in a straight line.
Straining from shore to shore.
Belief is anything.
Sleep on a frozen floor.
In June, Jane unearths runes beneath tethered weathervanes. In Jane, June’s reign peppers ruined names.
Well Futterwacken my Jabberwocky.
I used to think being normal meant being normal…
Maybe the prize is keeping your eyes…