Hello, lucy. Nations…

It is not a joke but it becomes one, sometimes two, funny.

Sleep is impromptu and vital but when you find three mice have made a home of your abode and you’re not familiar with any of them. Well, the city life does not teach you bravery.

So I am pumped to the brim with anxiety of being chewed in my slumber by hard-knocked life ratatouille 1, 2, and 3!

Doze off, and hello lucy nation! Jolt out of chemical imperative.

My fear is spilling over into anger and frustration. Running out of ウォッカ.

Nonsense as a genre has Enveloped me in that Rare feeling of literary Hope.


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