It smells like steak. Mushrooms, what an interesting smell, dump, like a tomb, but appetizing. I am an exquisite cook by accident. Some well chosen ingredients, some over the phone advice. Delicious. The radio yells some all time hits. I insert "him" into me. Not really carrying about the fact, maybe it feels to me it's some duty, but also who cares. It is not a person, although I'd rather it were. Most of my plans are not, although I would rather they were.
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This picture reminds me of the song "The blue wrath". It's so blue, it hurts, it hurts so good though. And the glow, thats the little extra.
what a lovely photo!
can one be sorry for someone else's sorrow?
halcy, I will try to look it up
runbaby, thanks and yes, they can, but they really shouldn't
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