Maintaining by Nate Creekmore for October 20, 2013
October 19, 2013
October 21, 2013
Transcript:
Frieda: Someone put a poem in my locker. Creepy. Marcus: Yeah... what a loser... The faintest dreams behind my eye will often prompt a mournful sigh look close, behold, I seem awry with thoughts of I and she. But what have I to offer you? A broken, love-lorn vagrant who can recognize (that much is true) I wait and wish and see. The moments are enough perchance a laugh, a smile, a wayward glance, a melancholy fleeting trance I do (but don't) for thee...
