Sandwiched between despair and calamity
What is the left most portion of the brain wanting to do with an excess of stuff found in the lowest altitude part of the southeastern corner of your home?
What does your right ankle think of while you are asleep?
When tempestuousness is absent, who fills her spot?
Micro or macro, which of these tells the truer story?
5 comments:
My ankle speaks for my knee, and who am I to object?
macro and micro are both damn liars.
*It wanting to do a spring clean.
*My right ankle is plotting its revenge on me for all the times I have sprained it.
*Sleep.
eek! I missed the answer to the last question....*Please refer to ghost's answer.
A sandwich? Yummy.
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