The night moves and all souls follow.
At night we lay. Begging for the end of our sorrows….
At night we Swallow
Category: Pictograph-Ish
Sagacity
Ring the juice from his bountiful grape vines.
Enter his brain and travel its course.
To pluck his rip fruit, I must prevail.
Mr.T
Who knows, I still don’t like this Grinch.
He steals the show, but I bet he’s truly a bitch.
And I don’t mean in the commonly used way, he’s untrue to the image he shows.
Some call him cute and I think ewww.
Miss.
Miss,with the eight and a half size feet. See past her vain beauty and delve deep into her inner self.
FD
Charming is this girl. I’ve yet to make a stand on the degree of her minds command. Just how smart … More
Crimson spell
Peacock, threaded tide.
Coral, upon the sand.
minty was the ocean band.
pistachio etched the sky.
