being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.