ABOUT THIS LIL STEAMER:
the rain is falling on my face and I feel the gusts envelop me, cradle this leakin bod. it's a weatherly hug, uh huh, an embrace for a storyteller true. in another minute I won't be here, and in weeks my name will be forgotten. heh, but there will be more brandons, more brandon than those who came before. what glory!
Psalm: “Standards of Decades Forgotten”
Liturgical Reading: “An End to Loneliness”
you should probably call your grandmother today. but never your grandfather.