perched upon an armchair,lollipop dangling in a pout.she tugged at a boy's blonde locksthen shoved him into a fruit platter."is that the trouble child..
infatuation with fumespouring from elysium.an angsty aesthetegreedy for the picturesque.how foolish i amto feed on the solitude.nemesis of affinityfor..
slender fingers drummingto the intoxicating prose from the radio.it dribbled its way through locked mounts of memories,too intangible to be retrieved,..
delicate white lace cloaking the uncapped lipstick,smudged bits of cherry red mingled with cigarette ash;a television in flickering black and white,hi..