Q: Enough of the depressing stuffs, let's go for a movie instead!

It is hard for a pencil and pen to get along; although we both know they are of essentially the same tools used for writing and doodling. Strange isn’t it? The world is like so, this madness it unfolds, what seemingly is common are distinct when compared. For example, [one] and [three] were perfectly punctual, as could be expected (but [two] changed time and [four] is drinking away in his own realm, [five] disappears without a trace and [six] was sick) and none of them were in any shape to meet. BS my own kinds lost me an hour on waiting. And even people that don’t run of the mill would know you do not do that many times. It’s disrespectful, and yes, I was utterly flipped, just walked away (my apologies to [one]).

Another example. No one knows this touch, affection, and infliction of pain, once let loose, can kill the creator of heaven and release the devil of dogs. It’s a go or no go game held by a thin fragile strand of horse hair between, the call comes from the other end. Like now, the waiter can’t see the sun shine, nor the stars in their cloud blankets because it pains to see, to realize that she’s just not into you.

Why does this happen? I don’t know.

Except I can only tell the waiter this: time is of the essence…and the incense. Walk away.

The incense is smoking,
The embers are glowing,
And the whole thing is crumbling away.

You're burning daylight and you must strive harder and further,
Even if you got the wrong [undesirable] end of the stick.

Tik tok,
Vonnie S.