Sitemap - 2011 - 34MAG
Life is no fairy tale, perhaps we should be glad of that. Love is the worst. Especially for women.
This bottle of water is plenty enough, thank you very much.
They would be making chocolate decadence.
The balloons, where’d you get the balloons?
The more protection, the less security.
Maybe it’s raining inside his head.
Shouldn’t we at least get a dining table?
Count all our change. Do we have enough for beer?
You’re not going back, are you.
I sleep next to your dead body.
I figure if I’m going to be broke, I’m going to be broke in some place I like. So I came to Tacoma.
He whisper-sings the punch line. “Toot toot, peanut butter.”
Annie glanced behind her, looking for Ben.
Hey, I get it, man. You’re the water.
For a poet, doing tough stuff is almost necessary for making something beautiful.