Michael Jordan charismatically saying “and I took that personally.”
A delicious and beautifully silver and muted scene of the forest floor, with seasons passed leaves laminated to the lush but used soil, patches of grass, sticks about, and my cheeky leg in some sexy fishnets for you granola girlies.
And thus came the YoYo Master, here to pronounce the mythical magical State Of Yo.
Aggressive reminder: My books are for gay people who ideologically fuck with a hyperspecific texture, and others of course. Stay tuned. Let a girl cook!