Don't you see it. The endless proliferation of lives. Saturday night live. Actors doing what they do best. Miley Cyrus won't be here at all, so stop attacking her.
The lives of slaves spent and strained and supporting the aristocracy. Like manure, roses bloom. Thirty years old and living in a forest by a river.
A paranoid schizophrenic significant other. Dissociating daily. Wandering and wavering - the gas is released - that was awesome.
You're blowing my mind she said one night, while having a freaking baby. And that's where the false memories start. We can choose to rewrite ourselves. Yes, yes, give it to me.
I have so much to teach you. And I'll have what she's having.
A story rated M for mature. And every night we search for something special. The world is ours. But then the world changed. But I stayed the same? No.
You changed! Why? Have you joined? We collected the whole world. American flag towel feels like the real deal.