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when enidd came home (in the year which shall not be named, azathoth, stealer of lives), she thought that england would be a perfect sceptr’d isle, an earth of majesty, a seat of mars. she thought that the sun always … Continue reading
enidd is researching what kind of dog to get. this is a coonhound. enidd thinks that someone has been very politically incorrect, and that this should be called an african american hound.
a: they get you in some sort impossible position (mouth full of metalwork, sideways plank on ball while dipping arm under body and going into oxygen debt) and then ask you the sort of question to which a curt answer … Continue reading
a long time ago, one december in a cold,cold country she called molvania, enidd wrote this: “sometimes enidd wonders what it would be like to go home to england again. She’d like to live in a cottage in a small … Continue reading
seventy-something man to fifty-something canadian woman: “you could break my heart, you could. you leave me, and i couldn’t carry on. life would be over.” (repeated, quite loudly, from twyford to taplow. sadly, canadian woman’s response was inaudible.) __________________________________________________ young … Continue reading