Yep, I’m just a lonely driver. Looking for meaning. The vast countryside stretches out like an unwritten haiku. O, what does it all mean?
Is it twee?
Is it Jude?
Is it fast female fashions™?
Or should I even care?
Southern kudzu o’erruns all, leaving giant green monsters mid-strike, a leafy diorama. Do they have the answers?
Yet breaststroking through the department store of life, I finally found the aisle I was looking for.