I'll Read to You Here, Save Your Eyes...

Filler Post 161.8 (feel free to read the previous posts): A whole quasi-human sized PBJ is tough work for George to consume... but it's okay, as he always ends up drawing hieroglyphics in the peanut butter sands of spherical time...

What's for the most part, sorrowful, is that simply seeing a digital picture of Curious here, or Hay, my only children, on this blog, even when checking from a remote location, I could physically smell them... a waff of mixed pheremones, sweat, and leftover sadness from another time...