as: two distinct entities occupying the same point in space at the same moment in time
You must be out of your tree variety!
I think your cologne is like the flu. Spreads where it can. Makes nests out of my scarves, my hair, and wherevers. You always smell lovely, and now I do, too.
Union Station. Thanksgiving day. Silent night.
like plugging ceremonial licorice on hold:
& a tinker of elevator buzz
ca. 3pm. northbound 6 bus (“Jackson Park”). windy day. lake shore drive; express. enroute to ltab.
ca. four min. of yes.
"Just be goofy because you’re beautiful!" so I became a tree.