wretches of mine, dears and not-so-dears,
i like my pathos, but i like moving around. please travel with me here. it's a pansy-fancy place, it's sissy, it's strange and i thought it would be mine and only mine, but i would love to share.
so, indulge, and laugh at me.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
bisous
choipoi
p.s: i keep coming back to this, thus, perch here too.
