Poems, notes, and drawings by William MichaelianBlog and archive, 2008-2018, 3,990 entriesMain website: william-michaelian.com
He’s either a hairy old grand-dad or a peanut gone bad. Or maybe the other way around, or both. Something else entirely is also a distinct possibility. And yet it doesn’t concern him.
When they were young, the lines dreamed of becoming letters, and the letters dreamed of becoming sentences. Later on, the lines were content to be just what they were — exactly what those looking upon them saw. And more. Thank you.
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