Time is a very liquid. Zones. Shifting to and fro. An elastic enigma. My segue for lauding my Phoenix Forrester belt boasting timepiece faces from days of yore. Travesty that society is not beholden to the watch. Ingenious and you must read dials! Phil and I have a propensity for watches. His, lavish, dashing. Mine........uh.
Shirt front shift that I was compelled to cleave to my navel. Wheeeeee! Gray lace camisole saves the day.
Ever surfeit, no holds barred, propel the donning of black grid tights. Gray ankle boots. Someone once stated, "your outfit it giving me a headache." I responded., "Gee thanks!"
