Even though I know it's wrong, my thong I submit anyway on my head. It's more memorable that way, and has been done much less like that than doing it normal. Give me mind and I make memories, give me body and I make mammaries. Odd it seems, but it's true. Not surprising anymore is oddly anyway, not oddly. The more we see the less it seems worth memory, but I implore with a thong on my head to turn your head so you will hear, notice the blade of grass when you go out, the little ant on your left pant, that thong will seem useless and the ants beauty will be most overwhelming, in that blade of grass you will see a most magnificent tree to the biggest flea. I hope this thong attention will help you see the trees and the dandelions in the breeze.

This was inspired by a "I Love You" "thing" I wrote on one of my Blogger blogs a few minutes before writing this.

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