working will be much easier waking up at 10:30...11:00...


Ink Poisoningwe could just be. and then drink ink until we die and go to heaven we could roam the city streets so the names become our own wearing winter coats and pom-pom hats and orange sweaters in a root beer flavored sunset smog blurred with Jones Soda; food coloring chemicals) shook up and opened on our empty canvasesInk Poisoning


"linear""You're going to have a ton of wrinkles when you get old," I say to him as he merges on the highway. I stare at his temples. They wrinkle up when he smiles, his eyelids half-covering his brown eyes the size of pony beads."linear"
Blocky trucks and affordable family cars zip past as he grabs the stick and shifts into fourth.
"Wow, thanks," he replies in an insulted tone. Then his face collapses and his mouth gets happy, and more creases appear where his lips end. They are straight like train tracks, and I want to do everything in my power to keep him laughing.
"It's cute," I say.
His eyes shine bri
Repose
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WOOF goes the cow!
you have great pics here! :]
sua nova deviation é muito boa também.
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