Brevity

[bloodyrosemccoy]

An open letter to whichever god, whose infinite hand doth weave the twisting threads of mortal fates into their Moebian webs, and whose whims and wishes shatter that folly held by we transient dwellers of this Earth that control is a thing of substance, as a cast pebble shatters the fleeting illusion of a reflection on the surface of a pond, decided to pencil in “fender bender” on my to-do list for this afternoon:

Bite me, dickweed.

Comments

[nobleplatypus]

Can I interest you in a soothing cup of tea?

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

I would LOVE a cup of tea.