Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip:
a few thoughts on the subject by a little...nothing.
what was so obviously strange, yet mystifying true about the whole situation,
was miss connie pallups' failure to grasp that the time was indeed now
if she was to ever recover vitality to her mortal envelope.
oh sure, she liked perfume, and she had a lot of it, too.
but pampered wisps do not a cloth doll make.
and there we have a lesson that is easier to speak of than - how you say - live by?