Capturing the world in 55 words. He was a happy man. So why did he feel sad, today of all days? Because he knew that it would not be this way for much longer. He sat there and read the results and wept. Cakes want to lie for you, because who wants a cake lost under dripping wax? A little self referential. The poet beat the prose writer with a very slim v.

He sat there and he looked out on the plain, tried to pull from some distant memory the idea of grass, and he tried to fill that field with grass.

He sits up, takes a pack of smokes from his pocket, and lights up. 8216;You know who I am? 8217; He says to it, expecting some kind of response but still getting none. The idea that they were evil or .

If had not had such a high profile he suspected that he might have been disappeared by now. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.