for bollymabis

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Are you well? And please pass the grey poupon

That little tire that circles the moll on the hill will recede eventually, but you won't feel empty.

When that windmill twirls once tomorrow, the iconoclasts will be destroyed in one little boy's eyes.

And when you bake, make sure the room fills with warm cinnamon and sinful chocolate.

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