(until I think of something interesting...)
Marvellous minute in an ocean of crunk. Cut to Mr. Dressup and a copper-plated trunk. Puppets self-assemble and chatter over brunch. I've asked for strawberry banana and the robes of a monk. The brother sat down and began to whistle, rubbed my stubbled face until I would bristle, "Touch me not - I'm a model; this pose is for the magazine!" then I admitted to the doctor I'm allergic to tartrazine. Cheetos dropped from the sky like hydrogenated butterflies, but I'm a bee sting baby and dislike the honey hives...
3 comments:
puppets self-assemble? you scared me
Strawberry Banana Tartrazine and Cheetos? What time is lunch?
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
Ok.
You've been gone way too long, you need to come back and write.
You are being missed.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
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