With all the fog, you have to ask a question, what is the truth? What's in our best interests? Then with mounting concern, do any of these people know? Finally, with sadness, how many in the Bubble actually, care?
An unkempt burly man wanders in. One shirt-tail is hanging out. His pasty bearded face is tired and pink-eyed. His jumper, cords … everything is wrinkled. He wants to talk.
Half of the woman's face lay almost serene. The other half carried the massive distortion of wild violence … The text is hot off the ‘pen’.
Behind the wheel a hasty mist descends and their brains dissolve.
Her girdle gripped fast like a British bulldog, preserving her modesty while permitting a glimmer of unexpected red silk knickers …
Libido Who? The three greatest lies in the western world are alleged to be: Your cheque is in the post Of course I’ll still respect you in the morning … and, I’m…