“Wait a minute, Juanita. ...is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”
run around with your ghosts, who perpetually grin..
And god only knows if you’re calling me home.
When I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better—it picks you up and turns you around.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map