...as I was pumping irony.
~Heaven Knows, Robert Plant, a song I've had in my head all day.
Echoes is now playing and I'm relaxed.
I organised my bookshelf, cleaned, and practiced my violin for a hour, so I think I'm done for the day.
I might write somethings, notes or poems perhaps, I need something to strike my fancy. Something darker. Dark side of Alice In Wonderland/Pink Floyd cross-over, perhaps?
If anyone wants to PM, you can. My inbox is always open. I feel as though I haven't communicated with anyone in days, and I'd like to talk with you guys. As sappy as I sounds I miss you.
☔️Geez☔️
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