nimbusfool

addiction! woe! woe is I! That thusly have I profaned myself upon preposterous pixelated pages! woe and terror and mirth. Jolly jolly mirth. For it is mirth that I give in to, the cracking smile with its boisterous grinning pearls. Woe to them in darkened corners without jolly and a pint to not expand the vast greatness but to shrink it down to pitiful dark corner. Eat your spiderwebs if you must! But I prefer the sunshine, the kind that only radiates from a good heart and a sound quaking desire to live.

So tip your cup, for its mirth you want and not some other folly