Conversations With My Hound … About Brooms, Motorcycles, Witches, And Caffeine 


How many times have I told you not to bark at Black Motorcycles?

How many?


“Leave the fucking broom alone!  I need it. It’s my … 


I’m a witch!”


“I know. I know. I’ve got to unpack. I get it. Thank you.”


“OMG. The World Fell Asleep! TELL it to wake-up!  Now. I got buses to catch, papers to collect!”


“I can’t deal with these formatting issues anymore. I can’t. They’re driving me mad! Talk to them.”


“TOO fucking early to talk about anything. No more barking!”

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