a non e-mouse

who are you my little learned friend?- the delicious scent of irony and a pinch of conaissance? a hint of the past and a vast resource of literary jousting just around the corner. tell me tell me tell me- no wait, dont, its like the smell of something cooking that you never know what it actually is, much better than the taste of the food in your mouth, tantalizing and exciting but lost on your average hungry mug.

me i was always the one in the experiment that took the chocolate and never waited another hour to get two instead- at least i acknowledge it and maybe this will teach me a little about waiting.

or maybe its just the bacon burning on the stove.

tell me more tell me more
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