Can't seem to tell, it's like this day is shrouded in some grey gauze of ineluctable mystery dipped in vaseline and with an old varicose hand above sprinkling blessed earth overtop of it.
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馃槼 That sounds dire.
It's just Thursday!
SW-User
@SW-User Your dire is my poesy 馃槉
SW-User
@SW-User poesy is often dire.
SW-User
@SW-User Thus speaks one who sees the heart of the poetic construct. 馃憣
