Twiglet #265 I turn the page often and see a new book in the distance each time.
Twiglets #263 . Order the straight jacket before you even have a chance to go mad.
Day by day, since Harold lost his tools, his hands got softer and softer.
Twiglet #260 I am wearing my fedora on a still and sunny afternoon.
I can see a silent blackbird nod as its cage door has been opened.
Of his vision he said if this is insanity Let Me Go Mad
I’ll play Solitaire to pass the time now. I’m all alone with my mask
Twiglet #240 The Stars Burn in memory of all the demons who fell into Hell
Twiglet #239 The corners of thirst can always keep me sufficiently ambitious. Here we have Misky’s prompt for this week.
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