Artwork, Short fiction, poetry, prose, narratives, musings & randoms by Joey Todd /Puddinghead/
May 17, 2016 § Leave a comment
Tagged: birth, boosh, death, forgot how to spell procrastinator., procrastonator, prose, shitstorm, survival
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