Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

full weekend, – a sleeping marathon without thoughts tracking thoughts, just a fusion of answers to answers you to be, [have-no-idea], using titles with perfect at imperfect conjugated for even apocalypse to be convinced that no one can't get enough debates when confess is rather a limited stuff so-so incalculable, or too-too versed