whiskey in the guinness

It continues... The spot on the wall has been chosen. The thing is, the traveling bug has not been quenched and the killers are still to go on and flyzoom's sale is there and the ability to use the internet as a journal from your hand continues to be ridiculous.

"I see six sensitive lovers, can I see seven hippies? ... THREE hippies. Uh, okay. Well she's walking .. To the car .. With her sugar smile.."

And the riddler's question mark continues to taunt - how will you? - while the Guinness flows on and on and on and.

A 1000 smiles she gives to me, free. I know the comma may not go, but it should. More. I do so love this day, today.