If a tree passes out in a parking lot, do its friends know where it left its sunglasses?
kay:
On its head?
kay:
Drilling to China deep.
A cat is not a clock.
kay:
But it can be fun trying to wind it up.
kay:
ha ha. Right?!
Would that griping were an art--. http://bloodghostratio.blogspot.com/2012/08/satisfy.html
"If you've ever seen a one-trick pony, then you've seen me." http://bloodghostratio.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-wrestler.html
"And the angel of winter won't remember your name." http://bloodghostratio.blogspot.com/2012/08/hamlet-out-to-sea.html
Isn't any stalker good enough for you? http://bloodghostratio.blogspot.com/2012/07/be-still.html
kay:
Nope.
If nobody cares, how would you know?
Always the strangest class of casualty all of the sudden upon us.
kay:
o.O
Just the usual sort of empty. Like a Murakami character mentioned by David Mitchell.
kay:
You are very correct about the usage of ganked. 
I just like how bad it sounded. ha ha.
Hope you are well love.
I just like how bad it sounded. ha ha.Hope you are well love.
