Where would we be if we never shot for the moon? Certainly not living on this island paradise.
I felt naked without my words
He pours himself a cupful of black, smoking, rich and murderous coffee and then, standing by the fire, still naked, staring at nothing, forgets to drink it.
They should add dynamic yogurt themes
thats unacceptable behavior on tangerine island
my dang brain keeps saying ice cream
Deleting a Human Villager
A book titled “Words”
It’s like no cheese I’ve ever tasted.
screaming things that would live forever
the gentle fluffing
You’re right that times have changed, but I certainly do miss my childhood memories
loosed his loveshafts smartly from his bow
interchange love tokens with my child
You really are a candy whore.