Galoshèd we stand.
What a time to promise one's self that she'll walk and walk and walk everywhere. On the fringe of april's midriff, it seemed a lovely pact...
In rages the blustering bully to pull my green seat from under me.
Methought of it an oatmealy day, trudging alone without me yella wellies. Mefixed some oatmeal. Mealmostpurged post one bite. Donovan vs. Oatmeal... ancient grudge... oatmeal is victor. We'll never get past the gelatinous grains.
There's been a calm off the Duffstern coast. No calls... no letters... no talk of nymphs, or Tess, or the Congo. It's interesting to have fallen out of preoccupation with one another. Probably safe.
Still... our torrid psychololove fizzled? Has Humbert Humbert licked the lash from his minion's eye, only to have spit it back at her face and turned a corner? Hope's one finger's on the cliff.
Still... my yellow feet's leaps are hardier than my frantic pondering's leaps, and they triumph over the supposed loss.
In rages the blustering bully to pull my green seat from under me.
Methought of it an oatmealy day, trudging alone without me yella wellies. Mefixed some oatmeal. Mealmostpurged post one bite. Donovan vs. Oatmeal... ancient grudge... oatmeal is victor. We'll never get past the gelatinous grains.
There's been a calm off the Duffstern coast. No calls... no letters... no talk of nymphs, or Tess, or the Congo. It's interesting to have fallen out of preoccupation with one another. Probably safe.
Still... our torrid psychololove fizzled? Has Humbert Humbert licked the lash from his minion's eye, only to have spit it back at her face and turned a corner? Hope's one finger's on the cliff.
Still... my yellow feet's leaps are hardier than my frantic pondering's leaps, and they triumph over the supposed loss.