Dancing with Insanity

For love -- I would tickle the feet of a panther till he purred like a child rubbing the belly of an old woman on the beach in the mist of morning awaiting the dawn of a new era of technological breaking through daunting wooden drawbridges to sand castles built by imaginative dogs learning new... Continue Reading →

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