dillinger
He picked up the accordion and started playing. In any other situation, it may have been an annoyance. But here, at this place, it was a dirge. It rang out somber and melancholy, pining for those that were lost in the battle.
The sheets were crisp for about twelve and a half seconds; the precise amount of time it took me to turn you around, kiss you hard once, and shove you onto the bed.
Bland. How am I supposed to write something about bland? The word just sits in my mind like a rock. Not moving. Stopping other things, thoughts from moving. It weighs everything down.
i walked in and placed the lillies on the table. I hope she likes lillies. Everyone likes lillies, don't they?
I need to stop this. I'm letting my nerves get to me. How many times did I run through this in my mind?
she spread it on her self, soaking into her clothes, her skin. it made everything transparent, shiny. It made me want her. In the most primal, carnal way possible. And she knew it. By the grin on her glistening lips, she knew it.