I hoped he wouldn’t have sex with the book although to be fair that’s unlikely
Trying to walk in joy like nothing bothers me you see the expressions on my face I wonder if my body language tells it all my shape of form is so confusing People ask
Such as a problem We all try to solve But cant because others are so judgemental why not let us love one another why cant we marry like any other How many years has this been
Vital signs undeterred by solid core pulse through porous frame shroud surface, warning signals blinking wildly slow approach; Furrowed brow, bristles suspend; brushing glance,
Why is it some people say that since, some people are from the suburbs we all are ungrateful. jusst because we have nice clothes, nice cars and clothes does not mean we are ungrateful.
Let me tell you about my cousin Debbie. She helps me and so does her husband Eddie. They're very nice people and I like them a lot. Debbie is certainly the best cousin that I've got.
In the dark recesses, in cropped form, sterile visages crouch, each still life cornered patiently awaiting escape, but, in twilight's fading seams, day's vivid streams still beam
Ladies & Gentleman, the Trafford Centre is Now Open the snaking lines of German automation simmer in the baking weekend sun, resentment clogging the interiors like a drowning gruel.
margins i am becoming like a series of pencil strokes; an addendum. squeezed in without thought whilst waiting for the kettle to boil. just a name, left to curl and fray
i rolled up my sleeves and made a heart out of guts and walked up-down-up the platforms of northbound trains, i kept my finger held and pressed in a narrow aperture
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