Naive Melody

Home is where I want to be, pick me up and turn me ’round. I feel numb, born with a weak heart, I guess I must be having fun. The less we say about it the better, make it up as we go along. Head on the ground, feet in the sky; it’s okay, I […]

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The Breakfast Ritual

Two years ago, I think in April when I lived in the beach house, I was messing around with ingredients on a Saturday morning. I had decided to give up eating poptarts, also known as my insatiable obsession in life, so I wanted to create a new breakfast. What was born on that day has […]

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