Writer's Block

He looked out upon the fields of the grape that were so tenderly cultivated. The workers were few but the profits were enough, perhaps more ...

my breath is slow so long as you know that glow in my center is the color of admiration of you what you do is something i could not you do e...

I smell the back of the universe my atoms are dispersed immersed amongst the stars shards of GOD prod me along my song is elongated penetrat...

The door was closed by Crow looking back before he departed. The door closed and Arturo sat back down. “So…Miss Maria. I understand that yo...

Chapter 13.5 He ordered greasy eggs and not quite done bacon. These were not the specific words out of his mouth of course. This was simply ...

Chapter 13 As usual, Mario did not know what time it was. The sunlight invaded his sight blinding him as if he were lying right next to the ...

Image by olemartin via Flickr i havent stopped thinking about you my soul aches and my legs shake in anticipation of your precipitation sen...