I live in a world of consistent soliloquy , a soundtrack twisting notes and beats around every foot step. So what happens when I want to share those random musical notes? This Happens. You Mean What I Know.
Facebook friendly? Search my name, bitch. You Mean What I Know, not the name bitch. I was calling you bitch. Yes you. No, not her…you.
Twitter-pated? Search Worderkind, what kind? Worderkind.
Have Pinterest in me? Erikankie.