Sunday, 26 April
Here's the suburb and the magnificent wife coming with it.
Form follows function.
Fantasy seeps surreptitious into our surroundings.
He's on the do not resuscitate list.
"I'm sorry. Do I know you," it asked.
My favorite color....
It was a perfect Saturday morning.
No one owns me.
It's all her fault. Just ask me.
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