Are the cookies like rookies

she thought I was Australian and kinkyand tied around my ankles stainless chains.No doubt she was a real looker and a Finnno need for glasses as she saw what was to see.There was much juvenile desire to get inthe call came early and it set my spirits free.I shall, for reasons that are clear to…

I ask myself, what do you sayto tackling this, just me and you?I am a hoarder from way backand keep the dumbest things,but for the brain to truly trackand plan, so that it singsit has to have, like toast that’s buttered,the proper tenants, useful ones.This will not work if it is clutteredwith ancient stuffand pain…

she would usually failto look in on her mailI am calling the poet named Eitel.

his wife could tell he had not caughta single fish. When he had boughtthose lures and poles and fancy reelshe’d talked about delicious mealsthat they would have once he would goonto the lake just like a pro.He told her then he’d go and snoozeinside the house (there would be booze) .So, off she went with…

striped like a prison suitand baggy at the top.I had my Sony aimed at youa toy that would recordand faithfully keep safethat fragment of old times.When Robert was the onewho always talked,and never let you speakexcept in praise of him.I was not present when,the unthinkable and finalstep occurred and he shut up,because now God was…

commenced its plaintiff soundssending them from the monasteryinto the countryside, to sinners,their contemplation while listeningto the first song of the lark,and watching, with lustful eyesas the milkmaiden crossed the bridge,hurrying toward the barn and docile cows,hawthorn and a thousand suns of dandelion,painting the meadow now, while waitingfor the shadows of the oaks and firs,and the…