the ritual has begun.

Typhoon Morakot

how about a dehumifying dryer

coaxed me into joining the gloomy party.

Now? You've got us pulling for the hooligans.

bluish Saturday

a grieved memento.

for the sake of mitigating my anxiety, said something to ingratiated himself with over adulation moonshine.

If the cafe is rockin' don't bother knockin'

i though it just a assault course. I'm not even begin to strike back!