The inquisitor shall inquire all he likes, but receive no such response. Fathom this a dilemma for you or a dilemma for me. Perhaps the fault falls to the perplexities in the mind. I think not what I think is true, but a delusion of reality. Or perchance further to perceive this as ignorant bliss? Regardless, a dainty fox dances around the punctuation of your tongue that protrudes from the skepticism of your intellect. Seal tight my lips from which utter no font. For what flows free is bound to the confines of the dark matter in this topping.
Riddle me this,
~Chiko?
Reflective Metal Ball 5x7
5 years ago
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