Observations of an Absent Mind
Or How to Turn Random Pictures of Your Past into a Vaguely Coherent Story in Five Acts
Or How to Turn Random Pictures of Your Past into a Vaguely Coherent Story in Five Acts
sometimes, marla throws biodegradable garbage out the window.
i can't remember what's special about hans. he's a quiet one.
who's like totally freaked out about the guy with the camera behind her back. tri-x
a sick-of-shopping shopping cart
still undefeated in the category best hair of the year. meticulous as usual.
still unsure if reinhard and pumuckl are laughing about the same thing but the thought of it calms me.
Hmm. Crochet?
Sounds so up my couch. I hate her guts but I might just do it secretly and still hate on it after church.
sadly, one day little bob will lose his love for balloons and will immediately look exactly like old bob.
she's probably still unaware but these are the heroes we need, undefinable, in their own mysterious box, imaginably capable, and ever evolving. lesbian (or lesbian reading - both cool), femme, butch, ready to touch down and document their success. plus, practically immune against a sun-stroke. name not known as of printing, any tips are highly appreciated.
she could have definitely chosen a more optimal location for her refreshment stand but she like it quiet and gray. theres's on average one lost tourist and a few guys in suits everyday. And those pay really well if you start trauma dumping.
