the signature of God/
to the saturating energies of time.
Death came to my street, but I did not invite him.
Years later he surveys this place again to post something, anything. He plays "sex on fire," sounds that once fueled him. Now he knows the song is about VD, not unbridled potency. Names and words all seem at once familiar and numbing and noise. He once wanted fame or…
As Mrs. Saito put on the helmet, the copter got off the ground. She focused her Mana and placed her hand on the window, bracing for the birds arrival.
—Francesco, said Zambrano, rising from his desk and putting his arm around Frank's shoulder. You and me, we're business partners. Regular capital crime buddies.
"You have to knock somebody on their butt."
Rises monstrous out of the Baltoro GlacierPlaying poker with oxygen levelsPlays leap frog with embolisms.Malice and vanity join forces somurder guns the air even beforethe Death Zone. Down suits, bold and cockyregisters the climber's ambitions. The Serac , a…
My man wears chartreuse shoes.!
He wears chartreuse shoes like a new king
right there on Main St.!
This may be too religious for you, as at first it was so with me. But I assure you, on my scholarly integrity, I have found the Genesis Serpent’s skin! Yes, that Genesis Serpent--though just a leftover piece of him,
The moon god was named Sin in Mesopotamia.
Monuments to Sin have been unearthed nearly everywhere now.
There are some located right inside your brain, it is said,
and to the left of your groin.
If your are in pain, grab your Sin.
Some will cla
We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
It seems the people of this house were a happy family – The smiling faces, the children’s enthusiasm tells me as much. I wonder what happened to them.
Glenn Beck leaned his head in closer to the computer, like the way he turned his head, whenever he heard a noise.
. . . did you notice yesterday afternoon how for an entire quarter hour five o’clock itself looked for a few minutes as if it would never arrive?
Here the three o'clock sun is an old patched up fellow with a yellow beard standing in a small rain of crispy brown leaves, looking at something that requires a bit of squinting no one else can see on the far side of the softening horizon.…