Oh no, where did I leave it?
Yet now I posted it, posted it all over within today, it's sunk into the quicksand. All them posts on all those media platforms. With the question of should or should I not revise it dangling into the winds. Ephemeral in my imaginations eye, flickering in and out.
It's gift art, nothing in, nothing out. Work for free where you set the standard, oh. Yet, a birthday gift is all the tastier if you put a littler supererogatory effort in it. More juicy for the thirsty.
More humanity, more couchmanity, more my llamanity, mor-
Deattachable tails?? Well, I can reattach my chest- nevermind.
It's time to bring it, did a discussion regarding milk. Oh no, it was so messy that there was almost a schism over taste preferences. Milk Everywhere!
Goats cheese, or llamas cheese. Don't ask why I crave it. I tried to by diplomatic on where it came from. Including the full fat variety. We equal lines at the nut milks, oh maybe- before the guns of milk could be fired! Phew.
No heads knocked off.
I must give the milk. Don't ask the milk, have the milk. Tasty milk. milk. Along with a squiggle. The milk couch bring his gifts, and then some. Good enough!
Cleaned the mess before birthday. At 12 pm.
