The Liquid Lynx

Kick back, dim the lights, sink in. Words jazz a liquid cat, musing as it sees fit. The Liquid Lynx grooves midnight, lapping the dark when most humans have gone to sleep. Nocturnal lights turned low, Imagination drinks gin when the moon has no ego and the stars have no place to go.

About August 30, 2008

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