Anthropomorphic Banality
Ah, the cat speaks in riddles, egged on by the birds of summer. He screams for food some fifteen times a day. He counts the seven doors and sixteen windows, licking and scratching his numbers … Read more
Ah, the cat speaks in riddles, egged on by the birds of summer. He screams for food some fifteen times a day. He counts the seven doors and sixteen windows, licking and scratching his numbers … Read more