| You are | Hotohori | |||||||
| Ah, Hotohori: the love object of… just about everyone. Is it his manly beauty? His sense of honor? The tragic drama of his short and unfulfilling life? Or maybe it’s something more subtle–the way he mocks his own flaws by overexaggerating them, or the unselfish responsibility that affects each of his decisions, or how he quietly backs down when he knows that he’s lost. | |||||||||||||
um, forgive my stupidness, I know I often do not ‘get’ this little blog ditties but you are what exactly?
(is there also a piccie that I cannot see for some reason???)
Lxx
Puzzled here too.
I think it philosophical.
You know – “I think therefore I am”, that kind of thing.
oops! it looked ok when i did it – its that maga thing on the portico! was the one beginning with H – hirohito? hiroshima??
You are hotohori!
I can see the writing now, but no piccie
My comment above should have said *these* little blog ditties not *this*, sorry about that… even more
now, lol!