Michelle Noteboom

Sore peeing

Though you seem a goddess in a centrifuge, there’s a risk of appendicitis. The arrival of a besotted grimalkin poses a new problem with the revolver. After all, Cole Porter is dead too. To feel important, weave indispensible networks. Speak veritably and don’t pin your hopes on savvy rabbit status just because impregnated. Communicate a solution, OK? Date males to squash daily static on the cellular. They may roll you three-dimensionally, but you can always salvage the shovel and pail.

Time to can the ill two-timing liars with their pungent bile and meat. Dole vitamins like mescal quests. Seems you’ve hit an asbestos-ridden conundrum or unsolved aperture in an era of trenches. Lately life’s been a misery of interlaced eye-toys instead of a grandiose career projection. However, a visceral person will prove an ally or friend. Attentive protracting sages are rare and stave words that kill. But remember, a dire saran-wrapped baglady in the alley is still a baglady, so protest retro-art and voltage instead of parleying. Now scribble!