Weariness won and wrested from respite. An itinerary full to bursting with meetings of confectionery affections. The honey of tongues as a grease for gilded gears. Lotuses, sundaes, geisha, shadows and pets. All etched as emblems in aluminium teeth. None of it really matters once the California rains have ceased. It's all succinctly summarized with a smarmy shrug. When it rains, it pours.The thirst is always waiting for a lapse of attentions. And one must soak the salt from the soup to save the supper.
12:09 a.m. - 2019-03-05
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