Tapped
It is amazing to me how in a few moments time words can deftly transport you into anothers mind. Their chosen story painted on a limitless canvas as they are not constrained by the stroke of their brush or quality of film. A few words strung like dewdrops along a blade of grass, hanging pregnant with meaning can bear fruit brimming with lucious joy to venomous heartbreak.
posted by nicknameless at 4:17 PM
4 Comments:
we can hear you....
well...just parts.
mmmmmm....yes, but if Jimmy cracks corn, and no one cares, why does he keep doing it?
;)
But the problem is not that no one cares, it's that I don't care. In all honesty, if my mastah's gone away I could really give 2 shits less while it might actually bother some others.
you'll care when I whup you girl ;0)
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