We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Friday, May 06, 2005
of puffs galore
it's puffs galore because the king is back. and it's raining slippers. stripes and dots are in so watch all spaces.
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