Jesus! What happened to ya, old boy!? Your face is all mangled and swollen like ya fought McGregor. Your torn clothes are drenched in sweat and bloodt..
What's that smell? Burning oil? I can hear clicking and clanging metal but how did I get here? Last thing I remember was being with a woman then... s..
The fruit of Eden was an unparalleled beauty and lust. The stories don't do her hypnotic waist and supple chest justice. It is a shame I can't have he..
I have my apprehensions about talking to the salesman but I have to for work. There is something about his suspicious toothy grin, long pointy nose an..
I finally caught up with the urchin. Today, he seems less hostile to me. Once you get past the smell and rags, I feel like there is a tragedy worth t..
The pungent, unholy smell of urea and chemicals wafted into my face the very moment I opened his door. How this painter has been surviving in this poo..
Wisdom from a broken punk. His eyes are sunken and his skin is ashy and pale. Those cracked lips haven't met food in a while nor has he bathed that li..