Standstill, if you leave a little space between breaks a sandhill there’s room between running late and the desert, son, he says putting his arm round my shoulders smelling of salt fish and a sp… more →
gingataoPaul Squires wrote 5 months ago: Standstill, if you leave a little space between breaks a sandhill there’s room between running … more →
Paul Squires wrote 1 year ago: Bang, F slams his glass down on the piano but by now i know its coming so i don’t drop the rig … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: the tiniest sound makes her turn. For a second he looks truly scared and Luce poises herself to run … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: is warm enough, for now. Matai from La Buca lets her sit and smoke on the bins by the hot air vent. … more →
Paul Squires wrote 1 year ago: opens the lid, takes a deep breath, in the spirit of Randallian hangin’ honesty, and a tip of … more →
mimiamos wrote 2 years ago: I wish I could dazzle you with glitter. I stand here feeling glazed and a bit jaded. It’s a shame it … more →
mimiamos wrote 2 years ago: Ah, the Orchid Room… I come here to listen to youth and vigor spilling out from i … more →