Bonjour mon petites

[ldy_fuchsia]

as you can see, there is but one lonely entry floating about.
How cold it is, for this little entry, how sad it is, without your prying eyes.

come in, keep them company

post

and ill return to you

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[ultraviolntgirl]

Addictive? ::laughs wildly:: You will soon know there is no going back. No. Going. Back.

Welcome.

Thank you by the way, and: god I hope so.

[ghastlymess]

I was going to walk away, to just leave it alone. But then I thought "Papa." There is no way Papa would walk away. Not from this one. Not today. Perhaps tomorrow he would, but...ah...just...

to look!

(cough)

Well, I just wanted to understand why the Belgian would be concerned about the cheese. It's sort of a koan, isn't it? Is it that the cheese has been fasped and fondled by so many eyes that he wouldn't like eating it? Is the 'second' cheese sort of like an unsullied woman? Fromage sans honte? If I were the cheeseman (meaning the cheese seller, not the fairly picky and mildly pretentious cheese buyer) I would go home and say firmly to my wife "A funny thing happened today. At the cheese shoppe. However, I would rather not discuss it." I would ponderously tread upstairs, her voice coming from behind me, complaining about how all her clothes smell like cheese, how the cheese is under her fingernails, in her hair, in her nightmares.

Maybe I'm just tired.

cheese?

[ldy_fuchsia]

your in, not only for your lovely icon, but because of your interesting take on the little blurb, found in my bio.

post script:
this is is a conversation that Rene Magritte had with a cheese seller...thought it would be an interesting anecdote to put in my bio, rather than describe my boring self..any who...welcome and enjoy