He orders himself a Mexican scramble on tortillas with black beans with a side of bacon, toast and homefries and a can of warm cocacola.
She was sitting in the bathroom On a little pink carpet Staring at the toilette water Her delicate chin Resting on the toilette bowl Her right hand Holding her sculpted long blonde hair
Jesus saves The battered wreck He inherited from his father.
Hey Alexa, do you think google reads my email?
I was happy in the factory. I met my now- ex-husband, I made good money, I had vacation time. I was in a union. Where else can you get a job with those kinds of perks?
Nothing about loving you is ice, or cold. Well, maybe your feet. Mine, too.
It’s one of me, spitting out bones. Bones in my mouth so long I thought they were necessary teeth.
I am a manifestation between stardust and dust my lover said over her avocado toast, as I scramble to avoid the lure of Tinder
The kitchen smelled of garlicky soup and sex. I wanted both.
He walks the battlefield steps over corpses collects swords, shields, to stack in piles.
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