Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Warped in wefts
After waiting for the taxi for half an hour beyond what I comfortably had, the delectable array of characteristics that finally presented itself, was simply too overpowering to question. Sustaining a passive stance was the most stomach-knotting experience I’ve endured recently. Picture this: A whisp, a flick across his forehead, dandelion legs in incarcerating denims, bleach lines across those denims riding right up, and a single long finger nail … painted red. The full effect comes when queried...
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