Came the twilight, and with it, the moment when even the shadows found...
...their coffee mugs, bemoaning Monday mornings risk assessment meetings and the inevitable
Nocturnal Hiccups.
You see, there lies a point in every great adventure past...
the intersection of lost socks and breakfast conundrums, where one must decide whether
to slide
silently slide or risk it all by
chucking them into the cosmic dryer.
Sometimes, when the stars are out having a pop concert...
the cats align and the taste of neon walks through the streets like
well-educated
a lost Bermuda triangle. Make sure to bring your epiphany
Well Wishes.