I saw today a moth so large it could probably replace what it was your dad hit with his car.  the size of things lately has me putting babies on the shoulders of those behind this groundhog-eating craze.  I’ve moved back in with mother.  I’m waiting for her to know.  high note:  they’re okay, my tormentors, they’re not surprised I’m ugly.  my brother still believes his tongue is proof he was once made to swallow an extension cord.  because of what happened, I’ll never be different.