Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

My Adoration: Bolso.Beutel.Bags

I am but a true blue BAG lover. My adoration for BAGs is traversely above human understanding, particularly to the male counterparts whom probably dedicated 365days (if not more) to one pathetic sac. A BAG isn't just some old hay sack where you dumped all your personal belongings. And for a record, you can never envisage what you are about to discover in a woman's carryall. in short, a BAG is

i. an assortment of accessories
ii. a fashion statement
iii. an identity

In fact, there is a myriad selections of them. tote, duffel, satchel, haversack, backpack, clutch, evening purses, sling bags, pouch...just to name a few. There is always that one BAG for each occasion and as a matching adjunct for your outfit.

BAG is but a part of many paraphernalia in a woman's wardrobe.