smokingboot | From the old quarter of the city

On a day illuminated by lantern thoughts from

secretrapture and

bottomlescup, and by the company of

larians,

evilwillow and

paulbenwell, as we meandered through the strange twists of

cyanidemigraine's imagination, the happiest thing was far from any of this.

To hear the friend I regard as my sister say in wonder, "How could something so perfect come out of my stomach?"

Welcome to the world, sweet little boy.