A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
"In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams sparkled on a pug-nosed dream."
It's, like, a clown/ballerinabranch...
Okay, who let my mother dress the nudibranch?
Yay! The best Nudibranch ever!!!
reminds me of my grandmother's cocoa set, that slightly luminous quality of bone china, and the dots and frills of the color glazes.I give up though, what is a nudibranch?
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