If I write a post in my head, did I write it?
Spectacular getaway.
Were the Millers the conjuring mortal instruments?
There are many questions.
There are only some answers.
"Okay, Mom, stop putting a downer on my logic."
Maybe I do have all the answers. And when I have more time, perhaps I will write some more posts. Lord knows, they're rattling around in my head all the time.
This is the end.
[It's never the end. Until, well, it is the end, which it isn't. Yet.]
And who the hell are the Millers anyway?
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Now my brain hurts.
I don't know, but the WORLD'S End reminded us in an off-kilter way of the Opening Ceremonies at last year's Olympics.
Wait, I think that's an answer missing its question.
I don't know, but the WORLD'S End reminded us in an off-kilter way of the Opening Ceremonies at last year's Olympics.
Wait, I think that's an answer missing its question.
I don't know, but the WORLD'S End reminded us in an off-kilter way of the Opening Ceremonies at last year's Olympics.
Wait, I think that's an answer missing its question.
Good gracious, what happened there?
I believe the Miller's made beer. Though I prefer Blue Moon.
I can't go on I'll go on. Or not.
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