Veni, Vidi, Venezuelan
She stands askance a wall with a look of mild annoyance. I’m ten minutes late. Without any sort of excuse at hand. The countenance...
Been here and there. Just about every which way. And my roving eyes ineluctably fall upon stray bounties of beauty. Compelled to delve into these maelstroms of minerva, I took to pen and paper and plucked at the cogs and wheels humming along in their crafty craniums.