My love will never love me more than a peanut butter though my love stuns more than a star glitter.

How I gave an idling spirit a little something to do.

Spoiling a meal with supplements.

A what if look at a fair degree of nonsense.

Poem about bringing fish home and eating them.

Though I have yet to venture out of college, I have had my fair share of times where I simply had to or I wanted to eat with my seemingly lonely self. However, this intrapersonal experience does not have to be lonely. On the contrary, it can be quite delightful. There are many benefits to this practice.

Inside an old house, stuffed with aged carpet and some used handheld equipment used for farming, a little fuzzy ball with eight fuzzy legs named Sammy found a quiet place between the walls, which would be just perfect to make his first trap for his supper.