Mesopotamia on rocks

So I drowned the ePlancul, no more, no less, no most, unless.

It isn't radiation that killed the cat's inclination to meow during the bottom half of the even hours.

I dream of a Cat that climbs a tree, smiles at me, refuses to pee.

But as a derelict, clumsy and an aberrant - there isn't anything unlike it.

This post reeks of an undulating lack of sensationalism. I should know.