The Snarkadelic Word Smith Awaits the Penguin Whisperer
The Snarkadelic Word Smith Awaits the Penguin Whisperer Standing in the dark haze of the alley way. Every breath sends a chilly fog into the night. The stars long since blotted out of the sky by manufactured neon bulbs flickering in their inconsistent rhythms like an erratic heartbeat spooked by unknown sounds and thoughts unchained … Read moreThe Snarkadelic Word Smith Awaits the Penguin Whisperer