Night is the sleep of seven wax moths
Dawn is the singing of five mermaids
Noon is the scratching of three field mice
Dusk is the shadow of a crow

Observation: there was absolutely nothing to see on Venus. Conclusion: it must be covered with life.

Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation.

It was very whimsical, and very well done.

Why they don’t wanna walk in my shoes, I ask them to come out of their shoes and walk the world in mine and then judge me.

You must never stop being whimsical.