Hair is a funny thing like they just shoot out of our scalps like grass and if grass were greener on the other side of the hill, hair must be darker on the other side of the head too. Or lighter. Whichever you deem better.
Socks are gloves for your feet. Gloves are socks for your hands.
Zebras are criminal horses. Or mimes.
Or maybe just Zhixin in horse-from dressed in B&W.
Such a confusing world we live in.
If cockiness could kill, I’d have died there and then. At least then I wouldn’t have to see that face ever again. You know, the one with smugness smeared all over it. Ugh.