UPON REENTERING THE FRONTAL LOBE
I noted many om shanti shanti shanti's
and familiar voices talking to me about how it hurt, immediately followed by onetwo hearty laugh, mon pere shares his " feed me, mama" with me. Ghouls, the all of them, haunting me in black mourning as per my high psycho libre. Pair of noids as all hell came down in free fall. From all directions. Ears as eyes as fearful glancing spheres, all of anarchy once occupied me twice.
Disappointment. This whole sector of south jersey has fast become a disappointment, this-- the bad saturday of two thousand twelve-- busted bobcat til he went and blew his brains out, cette sacre temps nous sommes dans.
f there had ever been, or still were, any sort of organizational logic to the placement of the small, thick Arabian carpets in the wintry wood-tiled morning apartment; then it was hopelessly lost on Liana. Only a few hours in such environs,—and this first chilly morning spent, a milestone? ...READ MORE
