Discounts on epithelial brown cakes at the drover's antique market draw a good big crowd from the hinterlands: stout folk with a keen focus and oaty grimaces always.
Stewing branched flotsam in inauthentic canopic vessels, two sisterly ladies in mutton scented bonnets give flirts to guys with big rifles and tattooed guts!
Plumbing as an action, a collaboration, isn't really a thing you ever considered. But what is more satisfying than the efficient movement of potable water, and what shared calculation could be more mutually fulfilling?
There is a pigment derived from the rust of certain cylindrical conveyances—proprietary, naturally—which many of my elders have learned to use as a horrid cosmetic treatment. Faces become amulets. The witless music they once heard so clearly now becomes an attractive craquelure upon each exhausted visage.
In each, a hollowed protrusion becomes the sole admittance of nourishment and hydration. It may be a nutritive slurry or sweetened fluid; each travels adequately to the oily lips and leathery tongue beyond.
In the zebra stink town the cold language of capital eases from its dormancy, a rehydrating leather tongue. It could be mine, a private terrace with false mirror.
The diptera, confused and hungry, evert genitalia in a choreographed perversion. There is a remembered colonialism in the involuntary trajectories.
A false mirror in the light of dawn tips amber. Its value has admittedly been diminished by the repeated pummeling of decades of everted dipteran genitals.
Your sweet sizzle, invisible, easy to ignore, masking the oil horizon. It isn't enough to whisper in the dead yard now. That grief is dry like bundled herbs, neglected.
Volatile compounds in their slitherings punish and comfort in equal measure. I am comforted by punishment and punished by comfort. A twist of a molecular riddle and a satisfying resolution becomes a burnimg accusation.
My imperceptible groaning draws my muscles into new configurations, an early harbinger of the public torments to come. Behind me I feel the tickling voyeurism of the gallery.
I can grab a breeze in my office. My inflated grape wardrobe, indignant in the afternoon. I fear no predator. I mitigate the bandwidth of the parasocial cathedral by myself.
Crystalline lipid mattress, comfort for my wet flesh, smelling of the community pool. A type of transparent resin seeps from one's pores here; the effect is allegedly the fault of the moon's eye and ionized breath of the obsolete aristocracy.
Siesta calls!
My book will depend on slavery. My book talks about a gift that I didn't know that I had until I was 38 years of age. I guess the Lord wanted me to listen to music when I am with my male friend. A good time to me is lying in his arms watching Africans being tricked.
My book tells a bible story of a producer in Hollywood taken at gunpoint to work in Northern Arkansas on a plantation.
There have been many faithful people who have the privilege of watching a good movie and eating popcorn.
This author has armor. As a mother of three daughters, she speaks to four adults. She has dedicated her life to the feelings children experience.
She knew the sad loss of a giant wolf. Helping her father in an automobile, she came upon a strange mechanical mother.
Ollie and Oscar twirl with the mermaids, and a barnyard chipmunk gets a pair of ice skates. Ollie and Oscar are so happy, and they like crocheting afghans.
Mr. Owl helps the human travel by ice skates. A barnyard chipmunk gives a special aquarium to some little animals. Mr. Owl has found countless hours of free time to get into mischief in the barn.
Gloria and her little friends become involved in making toys for blue elves in the island’s cave. A barnyard chipmunk began noticing some bubbles and now has a hidden home in the tall sea grass.
After the Second World War, two lizards armed with an attitude and a gun determine the fate of an underwater city.
A bird adrift in an ocean of deceit and deception gets to indulge his love of movies. He considers himself the most over-educated under-achiever he knows.
Unfolding against the backdrop of a chaotic mystery, shocking covert operations destroy the life of a businessman.
My father was from the realms of Magick and my mother was from the horse houses in northern Alberta, Canada. I was known as a psychic.
My sister Kiki thought this ancient and intricate puzzle seemed wonderful. My younger daughter Nancy owned clairvoyant horses.
I would meet psychics and find their beliefs amusing. I was told by a well-known Canadian that I would meet an American and open a part time employment agency. Thank you for allowing me to call bike riding my hobby.
From the ranching country of Northern Nevada to the devastating love in Washington D.C., two young people try to stop the most powerful twisted woman in the world. A long-time friend is thrust into the hands of her overprotective family. Now she has to depend on a conspiracy concerning the heroic stranger from the forest. She has been a breeder of Arabian Horses. Now she is subjected to a remarkable man’s hands. With a small group of friends, she raises Shih Tzus.
The Redneck is married to a possible pervert. Their reasons for rekindling the spark of passion change drastically when a clumsy rabbit kicks wasp nests, creating the Woodland Realm. The goblins are thinking about getting married.
Akita dogs, a small gray squirrel, and a marmot dance on the rocks, kidnapping horses, geese, ducks and two children: Mary Beth and Roland. Living on the edge of the Ozark Mountains, they earn the money to turn toadstools into a man and a woman.
Imagine a boundless splendor in central California where the goblins are sorry they are married.
Johnnie is a forty-seven-year-old Emperor of Scientology. Initially dismissed by the police as an articulate and entertaining fellow, he has an unhealthy appetite for fast food and junky snacks.
As the eyes of The World begin to focus in on the beleaguered town, the powers-that-be encounter the unthinkable. Led by a witch, the monsters help children conjure the best Halloween. Far beyond the imagination of adult friends, the tiny lens of our limited understanding captures cosmic eating habits.
Back in the 1980’s, the actress separated two lovers. She became a media sensation and silenced the ghost of a truly gorgeous woman. As an agnostic humanist and a captivated cynic, she wondered why pagan spirits have the power to shrink men.
Back in the 1980’s, the tiny little man researched properly suppressed desires of melancholy. Framed as a freethinking astronomer, he was also featured on a national magazine cover.
Ghastly horrors have intruded into the government. Avaricious scientists indiscriminately cloned anthropomorphic creatures. Spurred on by grotesque but dedicated organisms, they have courageously declined Nature's crimes.
God destroyed most of the solar system. The aliens were suffering. They were ecstatic when humans needed to increase their real estate holdings.
The volunteer archaeological dig team began the construction of a covert operating base in Richmond, Virginia. Many think the next freak storm will imagine a second physics, approximately something profound.
Conjuring up futuristic weapon systems, genetically altered females control the old voyeurs. These humanoids vie in a one-on-one duel for rulership of the Middle East.
A race of extraordinarily beautiful lovers are at times disturbing, and perpetuating thinly veiled sexual content.
Close-minded individuals will visualize explicit sexual acts while performing a perverted unfolding.
You meet a peaceful vampire. Most non- vampires fly as well as share demonic genetic code. Of course, not all vampires are exciting.
This is a rich werewolf. Your pleasures double.
If you seek slightly imperfect sex, warn NASA.
Infant possums attempt to win the Tabloid Journalism Award. How can the gay biker preacher become human again after nude dancing?
Something as innocuous as an army of a billion men awakens the field of experimental surgery. In Maine, the people from the sinister inferno unravel.
When the aliens awoke, they began bleeding.
In the process of trying to recover from the remarkable half-forgotten event, a corpse goes to work. Before he can meet someone else who is suffering in body and mind, wakes up at home with his wife.
His best friend, the Television Director, is also searching for a profound dead reality. Before he can discover her dead twin sister, his wife comes across an incomprehensible zoo.
She is slowly beginning to empty.
I am from the Caribbean and still visit the alien world dominated by mysterious women overlords. I also like forests and agricultural areas.
The priest is amazed when the cockroaches visit. He finds himself somewhat entangled with the ineffable roaches. He also has an obsession with Jim Morrison.
The young men were using the assassin to kill someone but also making a tool to construct a giant dick.