She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
A Little Nonsense Now And Then Is Relished By The Wisest Men.
Someone who needs to write far more than they currently do! x.x
"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."
A man is driving home, thinking about beating his wife. Along the way, he passes a turtle. I am that turtle.