Oh. What. These thugs made a zine containing all kinds of never heard before facts about the moon. See you at The Portland Zine Symposium.
Oh. What. These thugs made a zine containing all kinds of never heard before facts about the moon. See you at The Portland Zine Symposium.
You make me walk into lilac bushes, my eyes are not on where I am going.
Have you ever tried whistling and reading at the same time?
You keep picking me up and putting me back down like you love me or something.
You never know whom you’ll meet and you’ll never know you’d never have met them.
When it is summer, we will feed each other the kind of fruit that drips everywhere.