The Meeting of That Fuck Nigga Tyreke →
Weary from my travels, my valiant steed Elant’Ra and I sought respite at a local watering hole, frequented by mercenaries and rogues of the like. After stabling my steed, and making sure to have secured my belongings to my person, I entered Chevrona’s Tavern. I requested my…
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"from Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky…"
from Raul Gutierrez’s “Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently.”
Read the rest of the poem at this link to his blog, “Heading East.”