The hanging ropes of hopes, connected and twined infinitely, as ladders, in the garden of dreams, gesture to climb and connect to myriad ropes, which are hanging under the skies of utter uncertainties.
Time passed with ambivalence and in restlessness, the man persevered in the despairing wilderness. He sighs longing on the verge of his endeavour, as the nights tingle and envisage unsure rapture. Yet, amber of hopes are glistering in his eyes, that sparkle like stars even in the gloomy nights.
Roaring sky, Pigs might fly Bloody wine, Killing time Fleeting time, Yelling deadline Still life, Black and white Around the bend, Crammed brain *****y life, Itchy parasite Dust and ashes, No surprises Dog tired, Uninspired Pathetic character, Freak of nature Poisoned chalice, Apocalypse ...
1 We left it, a cake of soap near his door, but he didn't get it. We thought it was a good hint, but, curtains closed he stayed, sweating, alone, watching Porn.
Updated 11-03-2010 at 07:34 AM by Silas Thorne (Poor expression- murdered the culprit)
3:30 pm. I'm getting my first look at Heather as she walks into the Comfort Suites lobby with a cell phone pressed to her ear informing me of her arrival. As she approaches me comfortably slouching in a chair designed for living room comfort I can't resist flirting with her. "Can't talk now girl got a babe on the phone here." She laughs and it's very infectious. I get up and she tells me she's a hugger. I can live with that. My other daughter-in-law ...
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