mickeywillard
Cerebral Sally set a mug down and waxed poetic, gnashed gums philosophic, but really her brain was just as empty and useless as the rest of 'em.
Oh mercy me, Marcie! Stop slouching like that or you'll never catch a proper man. "But mom. I don't want a proper man." "You want a man who slouches like you?" "Yes, ma. A man who slouches and keeps his tie undone!"
The horizon screeches against a red iron sky.
Brittle old widows asleep sitting up sighing like relics in a forgotten museum. They demand nothing.
To preside over the matters of manners and things suchlike. It is unprecedented to know of the proceedings that take place between me and that there yonder president. Precious, I know.
Obviously we have to turn to skies, search through the chime of fireflies. Given we can endure the flickering lights.
I have to say that I love I love I love that thrilling thing you do, I'm honest, I haw about it when the topic comes up but believe me. Your. Your voice and that they way your words slip between your teeth.
He slides his hands under the water and the rocks at his fingertips powers into gold flecks and swim away. Gold smoke clouds his feet.
I sense a blent blathered blithely bathing of fire bestowed upon the the eyes, the ears. It is in a sense, intense.