Maggie and Alex |
I walk over to the bar, fix her drink, and take it back to her. She smiles and thanks me. I bet shes ready to go home. She hates it here, but she says she does it for her kids. Her kids. Her eight ki...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Sep 2009 07:49:00 GMT |
This doesn't have a title. |
I."Tell me your name," he says to me. I twirl my hair around my finger. I stumble over words. I think I might be drunk, or at least tipsy. Maybe I'm not. I turn around. I don't want him to see my face...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Sep 2009 15:56:00 GMT |
Things you have to question? |
1. Why is it that rappers insist on thanking Jesus and God for allowing them to write about smoking pot, raping young women, and calling women whores/sluts/hoes, and talk about having oral sex?2. Why ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Jul 2009 16:37:00 GMT |
shut your mouth and open your legs |
the touch of the rough skin against my bare stomach was the only thing i hated. i thought of every possible way to hurt him, danger him. the more he raced his hands against my stomachthe more i wanted...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 17:10:00 GMT |
