The ramblings, almost certainly not daily, of a thirty-something year old. I named it sillily (and knowingly). I'm not almost thirty three, I'm past that, but can't be bothered to change the name.
So, say you were sitting inside a completely empty milk truck, and someone was throwing stones at the truck. That sound that you’d hear each time a stone hit the outer shell of the truck… that’s the sound you’d hear if you made a noise into my ear, any noise. And the problem is, it's locked from the outside. Really, really tightly.
1 comment:
Sounds like a lousy place to be Shiny.
Who's got the key?
Can friends help to unlock it?
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