I'm becoming nocturnal. Look at the time this is published.
It's either this, or that fireworks is soul awakening. Makes a polar bear so alive and kicking when she's supposed to be hibernating.
I did not miss the hype about fireworks today. It's China's turn to show off what they've got. Volume, is what they have. Loud, was what they were. But fireworks are still fireworks. They never lose their special therapeutic function despite the 'newly-improved' sound system, just for today.
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They jealousy is women's specialty. They said mood-swings are women's rights. I didn't like the way it's said for there was sarcasm attached. But now, they seem so apt.
Was it indignity, laid with a pinch of anger, or perhaps hatred, garnished by sour powder that translates to jealousy?
I'm jealous?
What explains that little flame that just ignited itself when you just left, just like that?
