No one cares how I came to be in possession of a fortune cookie today, especially since the important part was the message inside:
Pure pleasure is found in
my own imagination running wild about what the rest of that fortune was meant to have said?
Conjectures welcome. Happy Friday.
One Response to Pure pleasure
It could be a meta-cookie. Pure pleasure is found in . . . the unknown. Or, Pure pleasure is found in . . . not finishing your sentences.
Mostly, though, everything i can think of is horribly dirty. Best kept to myself.