http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/marzieh/A little glimpse of the wholehourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/marzieh/345872You’re on fire. I bet you didn’t know that. I bet you didn’t know that I dream about you almost every night and right before I pee my pants – your hair…well…it’s on fire. You have flaming red hair, because that’s the colour of fire. Well, papa told me that it’s not really red, that there’s just...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/marzieh/190918Toshi knew his Bertha. Yes he knew her well. Except to him she was a little different, like the colors of a seashell. You see, Toshi was from Japan, a land so fine and little, he spoke a language different from us, and it sounded like a fiddle. "Oh - hi - oh - go- za - i - ma- su" Did you hear...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/marzieh/187388"Bertha?" "Yes Kimmy?" "I'm sorry." "Why dear girl? Why my pearl?" "Well, I took a flower from the garden, and...." "Darling, it's just a flower, from my rain shower, their will be another, just ask your brother, don't you worry now I'll tell you how, just take your pen and draw me then."...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/marzieh/179274He didn't realize that the ketchup on his cheek was winking at her.....continued from last. "Hey" she said "Hey" he gulped, slapping his beer down in a too raucous matter, promising that he was a man of action, a man that knew how to sip a beer, to be sure, heart flailing wildly "Hmmm" she said,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/marzieh/178569It's not that I'm telling you you've got to last long...make the climax a longer sought after climax, a more awaited blast off, no oh no oh no, I'm just saying, and this is all I'm going to say about the saying, that I'm going to write you, yes you, my dear, dearest eyes upon my page, a short...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/marzieh/66646There were complications. They knew that well, perhaps they knew that as they danced that night. Maybe it was comforting that the light shone on them so brightly. Maybe if the light shone bright enough, they could release themselves from their worldly commitments, and move only toward it, like...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/marzieh/60981The lying bastard. "We need to talk, you know I can't talk to anyone else, everyone else shuts off when I talk about him." She needed me, she said. She needed me because I didn't shut off. I understood about him. Really, there was little to understand. He was body, mind, and soul an incredible...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/marzieh/60647She didn't look forty. The shame was that all of that not-looking-forty splendour was a complete waste. Completely. "How old do I look?" By now the response was scripted down to the exclamation. She affirmed that exclamation with a laugh that rang overbearing. The pity was that you meant...