Weeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made out of their trunks.

“A brick could be used like love. But not my love, because my love is more like …”

“I am what I am, and I don’t need to prove it—least of all to myself. And I’ll b…”

“A blanket could be used as a tablecloth, to cover up illicit brick deals done u…”

“My TV’s remote control didn’t have a source of energy, so I poured coffee in it…”