Holiday weekend is grounds for sequestration. A fly-by week hence the life replacing writing about it. Ribeye on baguette and meatloaf with corn set the tone. Sunbursts are sparse shrouded by cloud cover but the hpnotiq and the chiller are a fusion made during reflection mode.

Figuring out what I am fishing for while avoiding the 'Bate Shop; seeking the body balm that numbs and stimulates in tandem with the stream. It's like wanting your cake and shitting with the pope at the same time.

The sounds of her finger on the rightenay display and the departing jet in the distance were backdrops for the view of the spiritual glow looking thru the three pillars. The mood is tropical and the cheeks are all nestled in with no grover malice to divert my attention. It's never about punishment but maybe a skosh of balancing on the beam of endearment via comparables. Jizzy Buns notwithstanding we're in the vortex of post-bath yankoffs and making a go of it. Imagine the respite and express the gratitude. Signature choice: retro Hedy