..the hound is cold, the wind is hard, the train wanting in the wood
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Zenith gives him a plate with the sandwich
and crosses her arms four inches above her waist.
As he tells her a story* the thumb and
forefinger** of her left hand rise and
clasp*** the right lapel of her suit.****
Azulejo begs for sex ,,,
* a tissue of lies!!
** just the thumb and forefinger
*** clasp and squeeze
**** space; type: leisure