She wears tight country girl shorts and a halter top with her navel exposed. She is unsure if the tomato pesto bagel topping in stock. It is. He drinks four cups of coffee. “Are you going to want another?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you have drunk us dry. I’ll have to brew more decafe to supply your voracious thirst! We don’t keep the less potent stuff ready because most want their brew caffeinated to stay alert while studying at night. But I take it you aren’t enrolled in the college?” “I am a student of life who doesn’t require...
A night terror a night keeps sleep out of sight. I hardly sleep and when I do I often dream of murdering you not out of wanting or even need. These thoughts and dreams will just never leave. Every night I take a pill, in the hope of sleeping sound and still. But to the horror of my mind, what's in my brain is the slaughter. stabbing, ripping, thrashing about ill scream in alarm of that there's no doubt smash my head into the wall or make a great fall. At this point, I just don't sleep at all.
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)
Not a peep passed thru mine - aye vaguely attest what ten? eleven? twelve? age of following anecdote at best guest, but no doubt yours truly with figurative heart in chest scared puny meek boy
tight lipped silently confessed to foiled attempt, sans trying unsuccessfully to steal a yoyo, inviting tummy prepubescent unbuttoning, a substantially sprawling Holy skype sizing breast of mine upon be nabbed, thus aye didst detest ...
This, a near imp possible mantra to apply when this 2009 Macbook Pro went awry triggering this enduser to experience tidal waves of high anxiety, which besieged this fie foo fighting dirt po' pa well nigh,
who might need buy another laptop, yet my anorexic checking account on life support, no lie could not afford, (to sigh phone even one red cent, all because ordinary healthy electrons deployed aye