I haven't gotten exquisite corpse spam in literally a decade. It is continuing to be a rough weekend, so I was delighted by this arrival in my inbox this afternoon:
This is nutcase, silent since chinaware over republic. Concerning antique motor music. Whose perseverance, separation to mischief will not be allegorical.
"Concerning antique motor music" almost sounds like a treatise I'd read.
My sleep was broken more than once by Hestia cannoning through the bedroom door with all the triumphant joy of a cat who has fully learned how to handle a slightly janky doorknob, but later in the night I dreamed of living in a house with enough room at the turn of the stairs between the second and third floors for a kind of alcove of bookshelves and roll-top desk with a view of trees across the back yard and I woke up desperately wanting it. The chance of ever having enough money to own rather than eternally rent seems to dwindle terribly by the year.
This is nutcase, silent since chinaware over republic. Concerning antique motor music. Whose perseverance, separation to mischief will not be allegorical.
"Concerning antique motor music" almost sounds like a treatise I'd read.
My sleep was broken more than once by Hestia cannoning through the bedroom door with all the triumphant joy of a cat who has fully learned how to handle a slightly janky doorknob, but later in the night I dreamed of living in a house with enough room at the turn of the stairs between the second and third floors for a kind of alcove of bookshelves and roll-top desk with a view of trees across the back yard and I woke up desperately wanting it. The chance of ever having enough money to own rather than eternally rent seems to dwindle terribly by the year.
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