Perhaps we are all, ourselves, merely apples aloft in life's great Dogtanian opening sequence.
Just wending our haphazard way along life's great path. Not unlike Porthos' smeggy gunt, swaying in the Parisian breeze.
( Queef Smegwin U r a 🔔🔚, Sun 30 Mar 2025, 11:44, Reply)

beautiful and full of truth, keats couldn't have put it better

( vladimir, Sun 30 Mar 2025, 11:56, Reply)