On Market Street in Corning, you can’t throw a rock without hitting a door. Then you have to run. #JustSayin. Here are a few that we found when we went doorscursioning. A crazy green door: A study in yellows: More for the clock, tbh: And,…
I came across a slip of paper on which I had written two one-liners spoken by a cis man of our acquaintance who we got tipsy enough to let us do his nails. He wanted skulls. I’m MomGoth and Sara is an archaeologist, so we…
