Written over at S…’s house last night.
Maybe, Perhaps, So!
Would it matter?
Probably, question it…
Had a wonderful time seeing her and her baby the lasy two days.
Plus what will most likely be one of the last (for awhile) of my Independence Day celebrations with the Brit Crew. (well mine, not the original).
Last night S…A said.
“Art is an Explosion”
I wrote it down, I thought it good.
Today she qualified, clarified, edited…
She said she meant to say not explosion, but to convey the idea of a sexual orgasm..
The creativity of the O
Her brother sure loves fireworks…
Although I suppose so do I.