Not a single noun, not a single verb must knavishly escape this glorious thread unadjectified.
― springtime! cue me coffee ludes (Wintermute), Thursday, 22 January 2004 19:16 (twenty-two years ago)
At the portentiouscrack of roseate dawn every goddamn day, a wiry girl leaves her cramped home in mysterious Calcutta's squalid Kidderpore area and sprightlyly jogs to the lush gardens of the stroppy city's stately Imperial Library.
― Aimless, Thursday, 22 January 2004 19:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― the river fleet, Thursday, 22 January 2004 19:24 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 22 January 2004 19:26 (twenty-two years ago)
― the river fleet, Thursday, 22 January 2004 19:29 (twenty-two years ago)
― Aimless, Thursday, 22 January 2004 19:30 (twenty-two years ago)