Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

I wrote some posts, they got erased, one chapter of a life. if it were up to me, we wouldnt bleed, just urinate on strange walls in small towns. You ask, dont dogs do that? My answer is yes, but werent you sometimes an annoying child biting too hard, barking too loud? So search search with your nose and nose alone, for a place to bleed.

frustration leads to comparing humans to dogs, apparently.
the other day i realized i havent had a grilled cheese sandwhich since i was like 12, maybe younger. We use to eat them and chicken noodle soup every saturday for lunch. This is childhood. Something tells me it just wont be the same.