“Beowulf” Is a Total Rip-off of My Life
The monster in the poem “dwelt in the moor-fens, the marsh and the fastness”--and guess what, that’s exactly where my monster dwelt.
The monster in the poem “dwelt in the moor-fens, the marsh and the fastness”--and guess what, that’s exactly where my monster dwelt.
I'm like: "Not today, Covid--I'm in a pod." And I'm lucky because everyone in it is super careful, like me.