Cross my T’s and Dot my I’s

@ dearjohnson My mind wanders often. This concoction of a Molotov cocktail; one-part napalm is the thoughts pulsing, rippling through a bottle; unfalteted. Add one-part Pennzoil; lightly shaken not stirred mix emotions: left to roll and coast in. Cap it off lightly fumed with an alcohol-infused robust fabric that's the actions, and words run rampant;... Continue Reading →

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