To Bea, or not to Bea,
Liquor had been my best friend for months- longer then coke indeed. Ingestion occurred multiple times per moment, during several bouts throughout the day. The hair was nothing like he’d ever seen. The luscious locks swirled down her back. She was hypnotized by the thought of conclusion. It got her through the longest day the summer had to offer. Whilst noshing on bagels and other desserts, Jeremy considered the lifestyle his education had allowed for him. After the media slammed his head into the gutter, belly first, he woke up a drug-fueled foodie in the ghetto with a pregnant chick by his side. He should have just stayed in the desert, syndromes and all.
Ralph
OnThoughtsShelvesandLife 