Bleed Like Me

Thought i was feeling better, then–  SLAP! 

Beaten
back
down
again. 

Pass the whiskey, my fair Lady, and let’s make love with Godiva.  Steer clear of the hummus– it’s gone thick.   Tomato soup is KING. 

Don’t miss the moon this evening!  Heed– 

don’t
miss
the
moon
this
evening.

(Long live Elvis… )