Pendant que la marée monte / Et que chacun refait ses comptes / J’emmêne au creux de mon ombre / Des poussiêres de toi / Le vent les portera / Tout disparaîtra / Le vent nous portera
Tutu is such a sweet psycho; she leaves gorgeous red trails on hands and wrists. Mine have all healed.
Well, impressive as it may sound, I have so far managed to survive with most of my skin on both arms. It’s all about reflexes, and never leave a loose limb unprotected… Great training, keeps you on your toes and all…
On the positive side, shake a piece of fabric on a wire, and she’s entertained for hours. You could nearly do it with one hand while watching TV and forget about it, except for the part where she loses interest for the fabric and decides to go for the hand.
Tutu is such a sweet psycho; she leaves gorgeous red trails on hands and wrists. Mine have all healed.
Well, impressive as it may sound, I have so far managed to survive with most of my skin on both arms. It’s all about reflexes, and never leave a loose limb unprotected… Great training, keeps you on your toes and all…
On the positive side, shake a piece of fabric on a wire, and she’s entertained for hours. You could nearly do it with one hand while watching TV and forget about it, except for the part where she loses interest for the fabric and decides to go for the hand.