Tuesday, January 27, 2009
...she offered, but got rejected and had to fold her limbs away.
"Even as a birthday present... it's a poor show; I've seen buckles bigger than that kids head," said Geoff, his arm waving Masonic Distress Signals that he couldn't remember receiving.
Still, Janice waited for her moment; cursed Geoff under her breath - Anaal Nathrakked him, multi-tracked her sideways glances into a wave of mutilation.
Geoff stood still; taking the blows and preparing to burst the candle flames.
Janice smiled, found herself an unexpected Janus.
"Curses, weathered, boiled..."
Janice swifted and turned; like a gull dive, like a spoiled breakfast.
Posted by Loki at 8:54 AM