These are some Mallards I saw on my Sunday walk, through my complex, which has a few retention ponds.
So, I am not going to pretend that this part should interest anyone except me, but the idea is that I kind of in a
I liked Altered Carbon the series – I did, but the book for me opened itself up on such a huge canvas, and the characters
the angle on anglo some section of saxon a white flower burning turning black in the heat blood is spilt gilt guilt who cares about
To a Chanticleer it rhymed with mind. To an Aeolian working for The Breath it rhymed with tinned. Wind. A clock thrown into a breeze.
these things we need to understand things we want on demand things that come to us unplanned all the laughter seemed canned no one wanted
He was in the corner burning books. He took a gun and fired it at the screen that was playing a bunch of kids involved
i am feeling french made in an out fit put to gather together bolthead and screwed we have a do me stick that can have
I have been watching a lot of documentaries about art, and this has varied from those who might be considered to operate in a more
we were waiting for the thatcher reading marx, real bright sparks with some idealism for ideology a broken psychology mechanisms full of rust dressed in