Have you ever Sir, found one who had it all?

while reminiscing of the pastwhen time just flew, so very fast.A sip of Java, then a nod,it surely was the will of God,this land where wheat has always growntransformed, a country of his own.He had the guts, the fortitudethat saw some lawyers come unglued.They said he had no valid reasonand that he was committing treason.With…

rings the wall-mount telephonehubby wants to pick a bone.Woman yells leave me alonekeep to yourself your tiny bone.It never was what I expectedit is the reason I defected.Hubby looks at his humdingerit is bigger than a finger.Tells his mate that life is tough,girls can never get enough.

heat and humidity,white ragged rocks,but he pressed onto reach the very end,the biology of cul-de-sac.Between the firmamentof what they call La Linguaand past the junction ofUvula Strait, he paused.And as the mount eruptedtime was suspended.It had been their wish.

are the causesof many aninhuman deed.

of beige foundation fromLa Maison de Charleroi,two hefty blasts of bland déodorant,smothered two nipples witha serving of Chanel, numéro cinq,removed the bags of ice beneaththe mammaries, which now stood firm,lit candles made of real wax of bees,poured into crystals a beloved Beaujolais.There was a flash of news from ARD,a plane had crashed into the river…

My cousin Gerhard stepped out of our vanto say Hello, to which the man said ‘What’s the reasonyou’ve come to honour this esteemed establishment?You want the cure? Or just a small vacation?Step right inside, don’t mind my Swiss accent,we specialise in alcoholics and thorough rehabilitation.’That was the plan, my cousin Gerhard had a tiny weakness:He…