Quacks of the clouds disperse at the sound of a gun whilst medicasters on rounds up and leave when patient patients become none.
26.January.23
25.January.23
Pressed close enough, escape by portrait becomes pass via panorama, though it is not lights below, but, rather, those from the sky that ignite ponderings of panspermia to explain some of who, what, and why.
24.January.23
Perhaps, it may be bring more luck to celebrate the year of the feline rather than the year of the bun—for when life’s triffids begin stinging their toxins, cats will nip whereas rabbits will run.
23.January.23
Angst that fettered self in petrification of state has—through meditation as mithridate—been released by body now uplifted to celebrate.
22.January.23
Window kitty both well read and well fed seems sacked, but traffic blaring like sackbuts did an ear twitch—though, eyes remained pinched.
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