Al fayed is innocent , please can you not abduct Dev for mating duties
this blog is copyright of LIZARIKK , throw , clockwork
tasha , petra , chops , identity thief , DM , bobble are not welcome
My first book is called The Love Bombers by Lacey Ember
, hunnie is not welcome to it , she wants to feed my books into AI
I opt out of them being so used in AI
most people dont believe in God . But they do believe in magic . because there are things that feel magical , that defy explanation , that are a mystery ,
And like Mabel , Lilly is some sort of world leader. in the sense that everybody is , just that they are aware of it . Maybel is in Hunnies gang
hey yeah like trying to get her voice man ... she just had to struggle to get heard and that was in rehab ....
sheesh if you can't get heard in rehab ...
and speaking of rehab ,
Lilly has been rejected at alcoholic meetings ! many times over they
have told her she doesnt belong there . Which is odd really . The requirement for membership is that your drinking worries you
the mindless thud
the sting of a soul ... hey i aint got long you know .... they said
im gonna fry ... fry fry yeah fry fry fry baby fry fry fry ...
aint no use cryin when
you're gonna fry ...
you know and the hair is all buzzy ... fizzzzzzzy
like rolling around in a hive of bees more bush tucker kisses more
sores and horrors ...
she was fried when she was put in hospital for blowing the whistle on the internet thefts , Even the doctors said yes that does happen . But it was voted that she would be forced into treatment . She knew too much , like her fireman friend
even then she tried to keep fizzing , under all these medications she continued to have a sex life and go paragliding for kicks
she forgot about Kal during that time, thinking it a fantasy that she couldnt possibly be worthy of
in a sense she was kidnapped
she focused her love on someone else
like your lying there and the room is bouncing up and down ...
the mindless thud of a hungry bear paw ...
music is sounding really warped today ... the thicker strings in my piano
being pulled back like archery bows
in an orgasm coma
like all the nerves are lit up like fibre optics
how the sound of your name would thrill me echoing in the shadow
dangerous ...
that was it ...
frightening like the
first one ... ripping its way up the spine ...
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