Looking up there would only wreck
 your soft neck I like to bite into when we fuck.

she would ignore she would sniff she would kill she would forget

Jeff Mills

Me comí las raíces sin pensarlo, y cuando la nena empezó a abrir, con un cuchillito de madera, la panza del oso, yo ya est aba alucinando suavemente.

Once the fiction is created, it is convenient to test it in time and space; that is the task of an artist.

Friction

12 FICTION(S)

Danke, Kapitel 8-9