Lost Love Lust

Tags: soup

• the love tribulations of sir Jack Dust.

  There once was a particle of dust. It floated from left to right, up and down, and quite typically; round and round. It did not crisscross, or zigzaggy-do, but it sure did like that stew. Next to a carrot it fell, just boiling and swell. A family of green beans floated by and yelled to [...]