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        It was Lady Ife’s last reception before the longstanding shadow hour, and Alpha Pride was even more crowded than usual. Six Galaxy Pimps had come on from their supernova oasis, covered in addictive stardust. All the pretty women, primped as delicacies, and at the end of the picture-gallery stood the patrician Soledad of Blookat, a robust Tartar-Martian cross-pollinated looking dame, with tiny emerald eyes and wonderful bloodstones, talking colloquial Ara...

he strolled in irenic and idiosyncratic ecru gold chocolate cream mudcloth hemp patchwork flap bag with an archive of protest pins down the long shoulder strap contrasting crochet tam made me think of a bohemian black panther grassroot guerrilla only he wasn't a revolutionary fistful proud of stony roads trod and wasn't a sanbanyi either exclusive in communicative bass he was an oratory covenant and the people were waypoints for fufillment a friend nudged me said he was kumbaya maybe he might...

The first bite on her shoulder marked her as an excuse to release my anxiety. Vengeance, for losing the competition with her husband, my rival from State Wrestling Championships, many years ago… Or so I thought by her response! I opened a doorway that led us here on the top of his ‘68 Fastback Mustang. His lust for Detroit iron made her ravaging red-haired beautiful self feel a need for a temporary respite enriched with grandeur, flowers, and encouragement, saturated with serendipity, substan...

Making love is like dying. A flood of inspirations tread stagnant in the birdbath. GLUB! She was born on the nth of August. In her life movie, the ghostly infected bunny dripped suspense down her legs, while strolling down an unlit country road. Penniless, strung out off of rage, anxiety and lust, her trudging steps blow Chronic smoke as a libation to start a long lonely moon shower. She wants to die! But is banned from purgatory for not wearing shoes and being a bunny who thought she was fly...