sleepsucks
She was always unsure about their relationship, could he be the type to pull an elaborate prank.
I sought refuge. With this friend and that date, in my books, in a park, under my duvet, in a series of graphs at work. Refuge was 15000 miles away, in his arms.
The team huddled together like a bunch of bananas, all in their place, never drifting, unfree.
He doesn't feel words, he derives speech.
So many gods in the temple, redolent of sweaty people packed together in a festival, each wanting to acheive that perfect moment.
So many gods in the temple, redolent of sweaty people packed together in a festival, each wanting to acheive that perfect moment.
I hope that pillar is steady it looks quite rarefied she said at the bottom of the Parthenon.
The torpid movements are not me. My hand once flew over pages, drew magnificent lines, worked with colors, touched with utter sensuality. I once held time in my fingertips, but not anymore.
The troglodyte came out on stilts so as not to touch the ground. He looked like rotting chinese food on the edge of chopsticks. Smelled like the uncooked slimy beef clusters with their token soggy single bean sprout.
The virulent colors on the shells swirled like tutti-fruity ice cream held against a backdrop of vivacious waves.
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