A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I used to be like that. Then I got sick of it and stopped. It was exhausting and debilitating. I had to reach a point in my life where I no longer cared what people thought of me though (which took longer than I care to admit).
Jesse has done an amazing job of working through a lot of the issues that plague the autistic.
Little things you and I take for granted or don't even think about can be an enormous obstacle for him.
A simple turn of phrase can grind him to a halt.
We would say "don't cry over spilled milk".
He would wonder what milk had to do with it.
The overwhelming of the senses is not something you get over either.
I think it's good to see how another perceives situation.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
