And so the water didn’t cry itself a river. Somehow I think that will stick with me all day. Speaking of thinking. In spite of your acclaimed pimples and brackish quasi-island nightmares I’ve seen you a number of times in the past two months and I still think you’re beautiful! Speaking of ‘still’, in spite of your unfaithfulness to your mesmeric windowsill haven, I’ve been reading you for about 4 years now and still need my inhaler, every time! Speaking of time : The one time you’ve said nonsense. Get Out! With luv (misspelled to un-emphasise ) Reply