Charge

on
A battalion of ridiculous unlikely possibilities are beating at my door. I want to shoo them away. They are phantoms of straws and I refuse them. There is no spell, no net, no electro magnets in operation here so why I am thinking what I am thinking?

Unfathomable.

Comments

cath said…
'cos he's so damn loveable.
16/09/2007, 00:31
cath said…
Sorry to be presumptious, but hey, Our lads's a sweet thang (and talented intelligent, giving, warm, analytical, cute, sweet, loves furry things,..etc etc
Y'know.
16/09/2007, 00:33
cath said…
I am not yente. Am not, am not, AM NOT
16/09/2007, 00:34
cath said…
bloody bloody....presumptuous. Thats it. Dammit.
16/09/2007, 00:35
Anonymous said…
Gosh, and I thought the raven at my window was odd ... tap, tap, tap.

Rups :)
16/09/2007, 01:34
DS said…
Cath I am not sure that you and I are talking about the same thing here....

Rups, thanks for keeping the raven busy. It is very difficult to work full time and deal with a raven. ;)
16/09/2007, 10:03
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