Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
| Contented survivor "Hey there, fella! You know you can't stay, so you need to pack up and be on your way. I'll come back and check at the end of the day, and you and your junk must be elsewhere, okay?" "Officer Smith, it'll be as you say; changing location for me is child's play. I know a good spot just a few blocks away, where Jeff used to live, before that gunplay. "A place with some shelter - a nice alleyway - that's got a nice dumpster by every cafe with pickin's so good, it's just like a buffet. I'll be livin' real large, like a freakin' gourmet!" Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |