Pot-pourri salmagundi miscellany gallimaufry The babies are born in batches we name them Petal, Blossom, Tilda. We want to wake up to wide time screen

Pumpkin He said the stoutness was the effect of too many tangerines slapped her peel thighs and instructed ‘Pumpkin, make sure there are no pips in my breakfast

Beak And then she tells you that the coldest place is a heart. Not one of those ice hotels or expeditions where men bury pick axes in scapula but the chamber place with its ego

It is not difficult to think of a list of spooky songs: 'Thriller' the Bollywood version of 'Thriller', 'Monster Mash', I will go on and on. My brain is made to spew trivia.

I love Lee because she will look and look at things until she can see everything that’s there.

Love and betrayal over a gentle game of bridge.