Who knows what God intended for birds when he made their flight a chore quintessential for survival? Will they ever soar high enough to ask Him?
Oh questions! so many questions! they come in droves won't even wait for me to come home they haunt my dreams they hate that I drink too much they hate that I sleep too much they hate that I am in love but sometimes they are cheeky and meant to hurt guised as idle curiousity… Continue reading Questions!
i have a guy he works with leather so I asked him to build a harness he doesn't ask a lot of questions he is great like that so he built me a harness nice and posh, sturdy too i asked him to fix me up and he did he thought I was being sexual… Continue reading A harness