turning to the left on your way home
Sparks fly when cerebral calamities ignite passion among feline catalysts. Awakening with lethargic myopia, she cringes without wanting to, involuntarily watching the scene being played out before her. Somnolence stricken, penetrated by ignominiously disinclined parenthetical warfare; it is not clear what the destination is, nor the path to be chosen. Time will tell, as it always does.
2 comments:
if i keep taking lefts will that make a right?
ghost: you're doing a great job of replying to my post titles.
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