Monthly Archives: December 2013

eve blabbing 2

see we got no snow yet to speak of unless the earlier flurry is counted which did not stick. Umbrellas closed months ago but we’ve no snow so a guy could grow a tad antsy because of no terrace under … Continue reading

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eve blabbing

from which eye shall the first blast blow? For sulfur flowers surely shall bloom. The party will be keyed to low hum since sympathy for poor pooches is impossible to be a badass about – long story, understood by extended … Continue reading

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luckiest rogue

her skirt is purple and so now are these fingertips purple and purple stains these lips because of sipping from the cup of the most fluid of grapes, sticking with the cup which hot merlot steam arose an hour ago … Continue reading

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modern gentry

in the long run and in this age it is for the best or it might as well be for the best that keeping people selected for succulence as a stable of pleasure sources faded from fashion as humanism waltzed … Continue reading

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creeper

vine’s will went recalcitrant, bent on resistance to the curl hold and did do naught but unfurl and snaked through the magic puddle which baptizes the slitherer in invisibility though a very temporary invisibility, just enough invisibility to sneak through … Continue reading

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back to the exercises

he rolls off the doll he rented for the season when merriment is kept busy tossing tidal waves by the bucket for the destitute and there is no clue except for possibly the closed window and the drawn drapes that … Continue reading

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ageless epiphanies

during a recent visit someone inquired about my age. A short time afterwards I had this thought and plan on using it next time someone inquires about my age or if I brave a lamentation or find myself in a … Continue reading

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