Irony is when you don't notice the breasts of the woman sitting at the table across from you, until she starts fidgeting with her sweater to cover them up. Now it's more a matter of trying to see what she feels she needs to hide, rather than anything lascivious
A Blitheful,...
... saquine dark side of a new Wednesday along the Neon Wilderness. With the passing of a couple hand in hand the nocturnal inhabitants have all retired. It is quiet, save the passing of infrequent traffic,
Conrad Lawrence, Conrad, Lawrence, poetry, philosophy, Short stories, essays