She enters the pass-word and passes the entrance, alights the stairs and switches on the lights with a light switch on the switch. She frisks with a brisk approach and whisks the blinds to view the view outside - The moon looks down at her with a mooning constitution and the stars star in his play with a lugubrious inclination, constituting to render a gloomy night benighted with glum colourations. And the dimly woken hours, in the wake of a Friday, still bear a mildly miasmatic manifestation of moldy malt.
Phew!, that took much longer than I had anticipated! Tired. Too tired :(.
P.S: It's titled untitled because I am too tired to even think of a title.
Phew!, that took much longer than I had anticipated! Tired. Too tired :(.
P.S: It's titled untitled because I am too tired to even think of a title.
3 comments:
You have used up all your creativity. None is left now.
yes I understand, I have to improcreativize ! No one can use up their creativity. The best they can do is not use it. My god! This should go into quotes hall of fame or something :)!
at least the word "improcreativize" must be included in Oxford dictionary now :P
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