God faced doll…hot SINNIN! is she pretty… we sit in the shade of the mausoleum towards the center of the city on a bed of brown & green grass from the south tejas rain inches which isn’t much…but shoot… out like bullets these words come tusslin…like they’ve been kicked around in this stomach since conception… Read more.
her simple breaths from behind those magnificent breasts signaled an end to a time of will. signals were never neglected nor were they respected an eclectic sign that resembled affection of bone chilling testaments tricks of fiction left doubt in each demonized complacent guilt… foretold. built. luxury.smoke. mold dripped from her lips in my dreams as… Read more.