find that it was already occupied. Not by a person but by about four
large bags of what I took to be clothes. The couple in the window and
middle seat made no attempt to
but when i wasn´t getting my eyes
bloodshot from the wind blowing dust, i was amazed at their self
sufficiency. breakfast is cooked in a wood-oven stove, fish for lunch
is caught in the nearby bay the night before, and a dinner of
Sirius
is dead and then I spoke to his ghost. I saw it all , we have to go
to them. They come here and what is supposedly being developed could
change the balance. It feeds off the energy of fans. Taping them like
batteries.
All these clothes have been worn, but I'm cleaning out my
closet and want you to reap the benefits. Cheap prices, if you're
in/near DC we could do meetups; I live fairly close to Chinatown, and
my roommates and I are pretty friendly.
I was on my way to shoot a
band at a local university this morning when I passed a building too
good to pass up. (I'm a sucker for industrial stuff, in fact, I'd
say, I prefer industrial sites over anything else.) So, we dropped
off my
Those always put me off my game." Malfoy was occupied
grumbling about how one elderly wizard's yellow pantaloons had hit
him in the face, so Harry gave Wood a warm smile and told him he was
glad and it'd been a great game.
Then he flashes his dimples and
then I tear his clothes off. Oh, did I type that out loud? Tsk, tsk.
In other news: John Steinbeck won The Great Wednesday Compare at The
Book Mine Set. Woot! So, to kick off The Great Wednesday Compare 2
Mmmm my favorite kind of food (and not fitting into my clothes still
attests to this fact). Sigh. Back to the comfort. One of my earliest
memories of cooking with my mom is of her making Chicken Pot Pie with
biscuits on top.
After he joins me, I look for my wristband and I
cannot find it. At this point, I am feeling Old Testament-like. I
want to tear at my clothes, my hair, whatever is in reach. I am, I'm
sure, a pathetic sight and all I want is to be home
He has this
thing with the removal of all clothes I dunno. The last time I
visited, I had an infection on my bicep and he asked me to take off
my t-shirt and my vest just to look at it - whadafxup with that?
And
if your foot causes you to sin, cut it off. It is better for you to
enter life lame than with two feet to be thrown into hell. And if
your eye causes you to sin, tear it out. It is better for you to
enter the kingdom of God with one
She took me off to a dressing room
with a rack of clothes and a neat row of swanky looking shoes all
waiting to be caressed by my size eight hoof. She explained we'd be
doing a series of portraits with a soft, elegant look.
would you
like to have these jewels? would you like me to take off my clothes?
would you like me to shave off my hair..naked for you all? let the
bodies not clash..would you have my soul?..and when it hurts you so
bad.
I was okay trusting him with my luggage but not with my ass, so
he showed me on a map where my cabana was located and it looked like
an easy twenty mile ride along the beach road, so I unboxed the bike,
changed clothes, gave him twenty
'Hah, my daughter doesn't talk that
wayat least she doesn't if she doesn't want her lips slapped off her
face. What in heaven's name are they teaching you at that school?''
Lucille stood there with her arms folded across her chest,
intestines, buying 'monja' -- cast-off, used clothes from rich lands
-- > and finding money, occasionally, in the pockets, but, most
> fundamentally, jobs, wages, a recent labor outrage, and the
question of
His grandmother bathed him and dressed him in the
smallest clothes she could find and tucked in a newborn cap that I
had sewn. Everything was far, far too large for him. We prayed as a
family, thanked God for the life that had been
There's blood all
over my clothes. I'm struggling against the ropes, while Hobbs
berates me with maniacal ranting." She paused. "This is where it
changed though." She took a deep breath and continued, "Somehow I
managed to get free.
Or "because if I had to cook Cosmo's dinner
then get into the same bed as him just once, let alone EVERY NIGHT,
I'd tear off my OWN head and eat it"… or "because actually, Woney,
underneath my clothes, MY entire body is covered with
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