All hail, Macbeth, who shall be King hereafter!

[lady_byron]

I'm hungry. I wish the pidgeon outside my window would go get me a chicken club. Or that a chicken would go get me a pidgeon pie. My brain is so dried up! And last night I dreamed about hotdogs. What's happening? I feel as old as my (literally) old friend Willie, who turned 88 on Friday, and whose birthday party I couldn't go to because I'm scared

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[paradise_loser]

a: hornets

[lady_byron]

"Emily Anglin is...Hornet's Nest."