donate some more american pie, turn out, top-shelf, reward of pliny. rear up and spear, spoon and sprout. and soon send several suppers weekly. she knew there was something wrong with the elders - kids hidden in the men of yesterday's pages, spoke of weal, sopping papers, misbehaviour. put up the hunt was the trick … Continue reading spoke of weal
This fingered beam of light pours soft & electric - an endless stream through the keyhole of our door. We caress & kiss softly, almost silent, in this cosy corner of the coming dawn. We writhe until we cannot breathe in this scruffy bed, beneath Egyptian cotton sheets, sleep-thin & weak with hunger. The … Continue reading But, Painted Palace!