Bury Me a Gnostic Beer with a Brown Grizzly Bear

Love is pure as the summer's end. Fall's entrance exams are still in my lap being graded. Precious love for sunny gnocism and complete shine oh's. Study of the planetary systems with common graces of days west. Orange juice and a caprice shandle cute expressions from the face. The pTrettiest of looks require "the pink tosh". Kosh nights for a way ward woman, the night was young though. So, tonight, I declare, " The Kosher Pickles!".

xoxoxo,

Kharese