The desiccated body yearns for a potent elixir
Tag: Writing
I remember siting in a dimly lit carriage, the smell of beer and rank body odor slithering throughout. Teenagers must be aboard, I whisper. As the clime appreciably improves, droves of mindless party-goers litter the trains stumbling to and fro in alcohol-induced stupefaction. The silence with which the youths embark the train belies their capacity
O, the appetite!
The members of my small, yet greatly appreciated fan base will be familiar with my willingness to offer nuggets of wisdom, especially about that which I love. When one sets out to explore the inner labyrinths of the mind, to find out one’s positive and negatively qualities, honesty is truly the best policy. Only then
C'est Acceptable? 