There is a play by Pablo Picasso called, "Desire caught by the tail." I haven't read it, but I can assume that the title has something to do with it. My recent desire slipped away by the tail... how very sad, before I even knew I had caught it, it had escaped. Stupid tail!
Moral for the reader: If you find yourself satisfied, don't ask questions.
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