I peered at a blot on the wall. It peered back at me, not blinking.
I didn’t realise that blots had eyes, but then this was no ordinary blot. As such, I wanted to get to know it better. Hell, I wanted to ask it out on a date but I guess it would’ve been considered a little odd for a gal to be attracted to a random abstract mark on a vertical structure—no matter how good looking the mark was!
A vagrant who was stepping away from the wall—zipping his dirty jeans—looked at me with surprise.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Thanks so much! 😀
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Your unusual brilliance!
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Aw, shucks! 😛
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Your words all always bold. Whenever I read your blog I feel like you have won the WWE match by just a single huge punch.
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Oh wow! Thank you, Lokesh. That is such a nice thing to say! 😀
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I can’t get that line of poetry out of my mind now, “poetry is cold and empty like outer space “.
It is equal to saying that god is dead – Nietzsche.
Always love everything you two write. Lots of love ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much, Summer. Your continued interest spurs us ever on! 😀
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