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Miss's Scented Senses

Permanence comes from being resolute
Which means having resolve and being determined to stand by your resolution
But what good is permanence in a transient world?
Where the resolutions are transient themselves
Change annually, predictably too, on the eve of a New Year
We seem to love a new slate so much
The promise of starting anew "from this Monday", "from the 1st of next month", "from the first day after my birthday"

Aye but I didn't come here to write about something substantial so...

Imagine walking into a hospital with 4 stones and coming out with just three. How do you have the gall to do such a thing?!

Such clever musings are the consequence of watching a man stare at a bunch of stones by a bus stop that's just outside a hospital. That joke just wrote itself!

The whole point of taking the bus is to be out of the bus. No other vehicle allows for such wide angled views. Even if the view isn't much to write home about, it's just so much larger than life than from a car or a rickshaw.

If colours were edible you'd have palatable palettes instead of plates.

If your pugnacious pug was ravenous in a cavernous cavern or a palatial palace, would you find food easily? Because space is so spacious, it feels like things can get lost, especially small things would be hard to find.

Stir souls, shake hands, blow minds
Simmer down, boil up
I like food analogies, it's tempting, and stimulating!

What makes good tea good? Greatly grated ginger

Constipated dog faces making weird sounds make for the cutest dog faces. I love you @misterbubz.

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