Member-only story
Usually, I don’t do this #1
Carrying pencils and napkins wherever she goes, who knows what will be requested by destiny to withdraw.
We live in a sad sad world, separating toilets.
Where is the love? Tattooed on a running ankle, running away from the interaction of the group.
Leonardo di Vinci, di Caprio or whatever romantic producer of tears for the masses. South of Napoli, people are busy baking pizzas, and rumor has not arrived to disturb an early evening hunger.
Hands are washed in high tide waters, observing these faraway islands, but close enough to convince not to look back. And that’s a verb in the New York Italian community even though they misunderstood the initial reason to get carried away toward danger.
Hacking a storyteller with a kiss, shut up and make love to what’s left of this youth. What this meant to her, to scavenge luck by an audacious attitude in the face of doubt, the river that keeps on flowing, so she painted a sign: it says go elsewhere, where it tickles. *it does not have to go against or with. there are another 300 degrees to exploit and trot like a domesticated horse that one morning, one random morning just got lost in the wonders of I have no owner on this early wet grass when crickets greet for courage.
