Meanwhile, Ariel ponders the universe.
Meanwhile, Ariel ponders the universe.
Nicole passes through my colocasia garden, leaving in her hateful wake twisted metal and laying waste to a perfectly good and colorful collection of foulards.
This is what Nicole thinks of pineapples (la vieille folle).
Nicole hates bananas and I hate Nicole.
Aside from having a distaste for bananas, Nicole does not care for papaya.
Nicole, this may be what your hair looks like in the morn, but this contagion is an outrage?
Your black heart has blackened my pear tree’s once green leaves.
Was this necessary?
You couldn’t burn the figs up like the leaves? For shame.
The Inca peanut vine was too lush for your taste?