A faint feeling of well-being spreads
through your body, from your head to your toes, like cheese in a
buckwheat crêpe when it's well cooked and said cheese is kind of
melty, yet not absolutely liquid, yet kind of liquid still.
At Random Words is your favourite
website. Reading the new poems members post always fills your with
unspeakable joy. Except for Jean Gafiot's. They suck. You hate that
guy.