"Break their silence, let me in!" ,said her guts.
Her memories lubricated by light. We endeavor to recall the days before the monkey went to heaven. When the Adam's descendant struggle over Eve's guilt. It was long and indeed long time according human time. She sip another savor of martini. Ohh conscience, pleasure to meet you again old friends.
I'm slightly nerdy, slightly tough. Yet, definitely blushing on how the conversation went or something. How could I miss out on that? Moscato and the bubbles spinning on the glass. Almost like all the images linger in my head.
And I find the very mention of you. I'm not mistreated just the same, even if blues is my middle name. Chuckle
*Inspired by "Blues is My Middle Name", Ray charles
