I hate eating this fucking lettuce. I mean, I really, really hate it. What I want is a big juicy steak and a banana split. I hope my heart is healing. Something should be enjoying this.
Lost in the rapture of every morsel came the images unbidden. Stark, cold, silent. The creak of the rope as it sways gently, movements fleeting echo of the heart that no longer sings. Sweet, sweet………….savor.
I’m so glad to be back home in my own bed tonight. This past weekend’s camping trip was a disaster. My snoring woke everyone, so to get even, they shoved me into my sleeping bag head-first. How embarrassing.
What is happening in this set of images?
I hate eating this fucking lettuce. I mean, I really, really hate it. What I want is a big juicy steak and a banana split. I hope my heart is healing. Something should be enjoying this.
Lost in the rapture of every morsel came the images unbidden. Stark, cold, silent. The creak of the rope as it sways gently, movements fleeting echo of the heart that no longer sings. Sweet, sweet………….savor.
I’m so glad to be back home in my own bed tonight. This past weekend’s camping trip was a disaster. My snoring woke everyone, so to get even, they shoved me into my sleeping bag head-first. How embarrassing.