soap3rz
I know that when I submit this and see all of the other entries I will be overwhelmed with Inspector Gadget references. This, of course, will leave me smiling as nothing is better than knowing everyone else had as magical a childhood as I did.
Sometimes when you ask, "How are you?" I wonder if you were programmed to say it.
Echo of hum drum, string vibrations, and a thick melody of brassy tones reverberate around the room and tickle my ears.
Never had it. One can hardly feel a titch of desire over something not once tasted. Sort of like love I suppose...