The Matador |
The dust and bloodied soil crackled beneath the spurs of the matador; his long black legs stood hard in the heat of the sun. His hairline was thick with sweat and his red cape shone. His cape became t...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 22:27:00 GMT |
The Surgeon |
The child inside of him awoke with a start, (both restrained and realized. The lonely yearning was gone.((Blood lathered his thick dark hair and the(victim shone in his wet black eyes.(She was every b...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 22:16:00 GMT |
Phrases And Philosophies For The Use Of The Young |
The first duty in life is to be as artificial as possible. What the second duty is no one has as yet discovered. Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attrac...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 04:24:00 GMT |
