14.April.19


Blue berries may be either the ones left behind to dry and shrivel or they may be the ones broken by a hungry beak, a veritable point which such fruits can never escape: sadness.

Cubes remain firm in their recusancy to never circle around the truth: to be a sphere is not a state a dimensional square can bear.

Abstract cogitations must work with deductive ones when developing a conlang that is both novel and precise.

Texture of ‘nduja on toast leaves tongue tingling and wanting more noshes. ; )

Categories: Melange

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