The earth: "I am different from the others, you know."


The sky: " I like different."


The earth: " But my kind of different becomes a part of you once you bite into it."


The sky: "I am very hungry."


Saturday, July 18, 2015

Rubbish

She won't let me sleep. I won't let her sleep.


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