roasterylist

Please if you would come sit around this decorative pile of trash and listen to my story. I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms, at night I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep. I live in brown paper bag I found on the side of the road. I gather rain water in the plastic bottles I found and they sometimes even throw me leftovers from the plate scraps at a nearby restaurant.