Go on. I'm available. Just...don't scare me. Lulz.
"I once dug a pit and filled it with clouds....or was it clowns....?
Come to think of it, it began to smell...Must have been clowns.
Clouds don't smell, they taste of butter.
And tears."
Feel like a chat? Why not try my neck of the woods?
"What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; present mirth hath present laughter;
what's to come is still unsure: in delay there lies not plenty;
then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth's a stuff will not endure."