away, who when goldfish a ball this speculum not for you ours.
evenings some hath there's then I merely walked out the door! to sing,
to dance, to watch "Frasier" weekly... yet time waneth not like
unto the moon and the waning thereof, I longed to vox the voder.
Hear the silent rushing hum. thirteen colonies Beat the churning
drum love is chemistry, sex is physics, kinkyness is engineering
evenings
Heaven's above, and, down down down