Fridge magnets and crows, please. As always I am hoping for new names amongst our contributors; nevertheless if you have contributed in the past and think you can come up with something, I will not turn it away without good consideration. For some considerable time now, I have followed the blogs of Robin Malherbe. July is the month of Libe.

Yet the linger of our patchouli rings. Again you ask, once more for my neck. And I as your whore consider it. Breath reserved to cover our seed. Bourn, a succulence so rapturous. As to be declared indecent. A gaggle of morning moanings. That the neighbors had coveted. Punishing the unwitting likes of you. Too long lain with snakes. In the way of our elders.