One never knows who’s lurking behind the next aisle.

Plenty of HARM, this poem caused me nothing but trouble with the mommies, I was perverted, depraved, and immoral; I’m all these things and more I know. “The Harm of a Cookie” would I be better looking at pornstars or with a fleshlight, I wonder “HARM”

What happens when the world stops? Short stories!

Do you want a challenge, well take this – c’est très bon…