Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Luxuriating in the humid and temperamental windy phases, the idle moments flicker the ticked seconds by. Pages in the book of history flip, all in retrospect. A customer enquires one of the goods, and the bubble of sepia imagination bursts.

Go ahead and rage into fits of guffaws.

Mental Note: Slog, like a fertile bull and flaunt the moolahs at the finish of twenty days.