when you sell your soul is it like sleeping with bathsheba’s spirit? you fornicate, weeping with unbridled joy at your fortune turn gorgeous woman she’ll make you learn and drag you down roads of greater excess black broken alleys; more women, more mess til one day you wake all wrinkled and sinking heavy ‘round the …
I am not what you would call an athletic person. I rarely play sports. The most involved I get with anything that requires me to stretch and exercise my muscles would be running, which I only do when it rains, I’m late for work, or if I’ve eaten too much curry and the men’s room …
I miss drinking tea. “Well get up and make some you dopey fool!” Yeah but I don’t feel like it. I haven’t felt like drinking tea for a few weeks now. Something must be wrong. I’m English. And like every other scraggly-toothed, stiff-upper-lipped yeoman I like my tea – nay, NEED my tea on a …
