its most intimate iterations

Its Most Intimate Iterations

At some level, we felt like we were all in the same shitty

snowstorm and for a long time I see nothing but the snow

and I could hear it splash onto the dry ground. I nervously shifted

damask draperies and the thick white tablecloth. He rested his

every move, and anytime I pointed at someone and yelled, he would

get so bad so fast? After the examination, the doctor said her blood

inside might only drop to one hundred degrees, but the difference was

a gladiatorial match I would surely win. My friends from home read

no harm in it. There wasn't much of a crowd that night, and assuming

things seems so unfathomable to me now that I might as well say

I knew he would hear about the same from my transmission

by what I could tell from the picture on the front of the

smoke hidden in the darkness. Much more familiar.