If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, I'd say it's like a duck.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Holy mother of pearl Im losin' it
A rain of rose petals showered you at dawn. By midday they'd turned into shards of glass. By evening they'd slithered away as serpents and burrowed their way into the earth. By midnight they'd emerged as mushrooms which you plucked from the ground and ate. And at dawn, a rain of rose petals showered you.