Elvis Frogly made me a birthday mixtape.
Speaking of creative endeavours, I don’t have a Friday fiblet for you. I’m a wee bit burnt out on fictive prose.
Want a poem? I have one of those. Intimations of mortality, you know, like poetic catnip! (Don’t worry, I’m actually feeling very cheerful!)
Happy Birthday!
I’m a little creeped out by Elvis Frogly.