A starving arliss, tempted by the face of fruit

love always
seeds

“The television was on at its normal time, blaring into the eyes of children as the colored light of white hit their pale and rough faces ( Read more... )

The sun woke up late that morning ( Read more... )

“His murderer started a new life ( Read more... )

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I don’t believe the world desires or needs feminism anymore... just better judgment of people’s OWN scruples... not on other people ( Read more... )

“The Dream ( Read more... )

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I carve, compose, illustrate, and generate everything on this site...

I wish it were copyrighted...

But it isn’t.

Have a excellent hour of darkness.

Dr Suastus Loves you all.

That morning, He was very deadbeat. He wiped the grime from his eyes and yawned as if he was a specter…. Ready to trill into the chasm ( Read more... )