the sorrow of no cilla.

oh cilla my dear,

why are you not near?

i missed you today.

no, i'm not gay.

photography was a BLAST!!

but that's in the past.

so where were you?

did you lose a shoe?

because a day without you is never fun.

i hope your absence will only be on(c)e.

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sometimes, when i'm alone, i think about lithe things. like unicorns flying across a marshmallow pie, and little sparrows dancing in a conga line. am i delousional?

no, good man. i'm lithe.

lithe {adj.} [ly-th-eh]

1.to be melancholy and jubilant at the same time

2.to be swept up into your imagination

3.to not know yourself very well

4.to not hear properly

are you lithe?

i am.