kenkantor: If you walk out on me I'm eating your pancakes.
kenkantor: Happy whatever, darling.
kenkantor: Another thing I was not supposed to see.
kenkantor: Why don't you fancy a fancy feast?
kenkantor: The writer.
kenkantor: Recharging the natural world.
kenkantor: Mercury, Venus and Mars.
kenkantor: An impractical passion for freedom.
kenkantor: Fifth street.