Globularity
Jan. 21st, 2012 02:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThese are very rolly tomatoes. I keep bombarding poor Mac. Who endures it, and then looks up with that look that says "But I don't like tomatoes! Drop sossidges on my head! Sossidges!"
(There are, as it happens, sossidges. There is also fresh bread, and there will be piperade, if these tomatoes will cease to flee the knife. Why is it that everything, everything ends up on the floor? I used to think I was just clumsy. Then I thought I sheltered a poltergeist. Now I'm fairly convinced that it's a syndrome.)
(There are, as it happens, sossidges. There is also fresh bread, and there will be piperade, if these tomatoes will cease to flee the knife. Why is it that everything, everything ends up on the floor? I used to think I was just clumsy. Then I thought I sheltered a poltergeist. Now I'm fairly convinced that it's a syndrome.)