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.

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

The Devil’s Drool

Friction

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

Situated Speculations

„Ja ...“ Es gab eine erneute Stille und danach fragte Nínive, in einem dummen Ton: „Und wäre ich dann Königin?“

Atrophy of Fate

Maze

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

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