Fluttering

Perhaps it is time to lay off the Vodka and Red Bull, dear.

It wasn’t me. Honest.

You were warned. I TOLD you not to sleep with that THOR bloke…

Gordon, I told him not to sleep with Timmy Mallet too but would he listen?

I did it because the chance of waking with the stars in your eyes is worth the risk of tears.

Also because it was kind of fun. :)

sorry….. you were snoring incredibly loudly….. at least you got the stars.. they must have been pretty? considering it didn’t stop the unbearable snoring….

It was self defence.

I too try and have conversations with life like that, only to realise after a while that it is just another monologue and that frankly life doesn’t give a monkey’s about me, about you or about anybody else.

You too?

I love that poem.

mr. witness, sir:

please write more poetry. and, um, share it here.

Thank you kindly.

I tried the feather which was deemed insufficient.
I tried some kisses which made you swat.
I tried to sing which produced a frown.
I tried to stare which was horribly inadequate.
Was it my fault you responded best to the hammer?

I thought I had answered these comments. Oh dear. I am not being aloof, just forgetful.

So, er, yes. Thank you all.