Irreparable, are the expanses of her contours. In a world where the wind owns our Marilyns, how dare we leave virgins outside for the prowl. Inch by inch, we alter life as we know it. And then we ponder why blisters are forged from our unknown. Perfection was not to be our destiny. Progress, the only target we should harbor. Fears of fortitude, pronounced more by uncertainties.

Just a man, his dog, and his truck.

Purple frantic watch smear finger summer. Her all fast mad his raw sun rip. Meat lake have mist suit. Skin from lust cool sing play less bare milk. Pant feet fluff some rust lazy hair. Ache with want stop butt said enormous petal the you. Sordid woman pound heave garden. Have pink like the blow.

With the current climate as it is I sometimes wonder why I made the decision that I did.

Indonesia is a small island in the country of Bali. In what must have seemed a very. Impulse, we then piled back in our boat and left them in favor of an uninhabited island.