‘Behold, kiddies,’ Paul, Sr., had slurred drunkenly into her bare back. ‘Welcome to your painful eyeful.’
Month: April 2016
‘Behold, kiddies,’ Paul, Sr., had slurred drunkenly into her bare back. ‘Welcome to your painful eyeful.’
Like that art guy on TV who loved to paint so much that sometimes his wife got peeved, and he’d go, holding up his brush, “Joyous overflow, Ruthie! Mea culpa!” She’d been like that. But with sleeping with guys.
Like that art guy on TV who loved to paint so much that sometimes his wife got peeved, and he’d go, holding up his brush, “Joyous overflow, Ruthie! Mea culpa!” She’d been like that. But with sleeping with guys.
I am dull, he thought. He knew he was. But there was something to be said for not feeling conflicted or tortured, just empty. Done in.
I am dull, he thought. He knew he was. But there was something to be said for not feeling conflicted or tortured, just empty. Done in.
He would exist only as long as the dancers didn’t blink, and so far, wild-eyed and dishevelled, they seemed not to.
He would exist only as long as the dancers didn’t blink, and so far, wild-eyed and dishevelled, they seemed not to.
Well, enough is enough. They’re not going to get away with it. She’s sick and she’s tired and she’s not going to take it anymore. Where has she heard that before?
Well, enough is enough. They’re not going to get away with it. She’s sick and she’s tired and she’s not going to take it anymore. Where has she heard that before?