Friday, February 6, 2009
WHERE THERE ARE NO LIMITS [For Mik]
I. THE BUBBLE The virile figure sat motionless, pondering an existence beyond the verge. The vapors rose in perfectly shaped, minute bubbles of enticement from the cup of allure. He envisioned himself, guitar in hand, avoiding peril in the cup of indecision, slipped in the limped orb. A small...
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