It started with the word 'There'There somewhere over the moon, I found a banana sasquatch who exploded and turned in to a galaxy made outside of under tree. I never gave the time, but I wanted nothing but love, so I ate Justin Parsley.It started with the word 'There'4 years ago in Christmas More Like This
Boxes make ominous feelings, yet no badger saw clairvoyantbecause they pie like hippies, even in France. Sometime he thought all supercalifragilisticexpealidocious dancers, but he knew they never dance whenever people were snoring around.
Outside, time to play and again, they stop. Zev was long starting businesses for cats who, to dislike, eat fishies. I know how flowers all die after Labour day. Demons devour with other pokemon cows. Luminescent aliens drive me to Canada so Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis hits delicious pies hilariously.
In time, he noticed a cantankerous boy swimming around with shark's shadows. He never knew cookies taste like he'd adust monkey's pickles. Suddenly, wild horses presented young walruses with presents near Chattanooga! So, clamant is the
A Shower and a Change"Ah, damn. God damn."A Shower and a Change3 years ago in Writing More Like This
The stain was small, no larger than a coin. It fell near his right hip, nestled in the dip between crotch and thigh. Still, it was nauseating. Paul stripped off the trousers and walked to the sink, hoping the sliver of hotel soap would take out the spot.
He began running the hot water and paused, staring at the vomit. Resisting the urge to gag, he grazed his fingers over the stain. It was purely liquid and slick like dish soap, but the sickly brown could only be vomit. He slowly raised his hand to his face and sniffed his fingers. Nothing. It seemed, for a moment, odorless. But no, he suddenly caught a faint scent of metal. Like a cup full of coins. Or a bloodied nose.
"Shit!" A stream of blood ran down his nostrils, over his lip and down his chin. Paul dropped the trousers to the bathroom floor and watched the b
Furs And ClawsFurs And ClawsFurs And Claws4 years ago in Free Fella More Like This
Night has fallen over the world
Turning it into silence and echoes
Lamp lights create a soft light around the street
Shading every single corner
Where all the black cats law low
In the waiting for the sun
To disappear from the sky
So they can jump and roam
From verandahs to verandahs
Without ever being noticed by the people around
Softly the fall to the ground without any harm
They are the felines and shadows
They are the furs and claws
Beware or they will hurt you
With their overwhelming number