I like the hands of the boy on the right. I'm listening to Zombies
Care of Cell 44 right now. It's not at all suited to my sleepy brooding mood. I'm noticing that my room looks like a golden scrapbook. 'Scrapbook' without an 's' is crapbook, and 'photo' without the 'h' & 't' is poo. Soon I'm going to start calling myself a literary genius. The female John Milton.
The epic blogger.
1 comment:
a definite way with words.
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