Please tell me what you think.
The empty spaces in the trees bristle with a haunting emptiness that was never there before. The morning sun rose with the dwindling breeze of Hurricane Albee. The leaves swirled about the ruins in hopes of creating a beau
whatever inspired you ...i'll be adding mine peu a peu...for now though:
"to all pimps and just like mes; merry syphillus and happy gonorrhea"
graham greene; the end of the affair
"Since each story presents its own technical problems, obviously one