thinkdefacto
You wanted me. I wanted the others. Traveling across the spotted lanes, rustled past the baffled hitchikers, bedazzzeled by the awful lights and sounds. Fame screwed the mind, distinguished details twitched the story where it came from your mouth.
My my. The words and lovely blogs. Such amazing encyclopedias and volumes of ethics and wonders of the world. The edits, the glam. The whole differentiation of what it seems like. What the ions are. Science? Positive or negative I trust within you.