how she felt, indescribable at least as my hand imagined an apartment held a sad fragrance like nicotine and a cold, wet dog
Just in case you are dense -I don't think
I just travel, cutting off measurable descents and action grovels and spits out piths it dances in a grimy booth
the door was smooth and shiny it was covered with fingerprints from little boys in other countries
I said "ma'am, you aught to not invite those who wish to distance everything to pull apart each atom, leaving a space for arson'd counties, and tarnished valleys" beautiful vacuousness, so glazed & reflective