hoping he's ^^^ happy, if mutated. or at least that there will be happiness in his immediate future.





the bed is calling my name in a desperate whisper ... begging ... beseeching .... crying ... come wyndhy ... come cuddle in my covers and burrow and my sheets and nestle in my pillows.

come wyndhy, lay down, lay down and rest.

and wyndhy did.
and the bed was happy.

g'nite beautiful peoples.

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Trees give peace to the souls of men * Nora Waln

The forest would be very quiet if no other birds sang than those who sing the best * Henry van Dyke

some fairly sordid tales, rambles, and anecdotes
Hypothetically Speaking * Something More * Cammy Interrupted * An Experimental Vacation * Masked * so..damn..hot * Thank You * My toy, his idea * no.19 Maple Lane * I Have A Surprise For You * Yesterday * In a Quiet Kitchen * help me decide * untitled prose * more untitled prose