~ I. The Funeral Take the rosemary they have pressed between my toes and use it to garnish your next glass of wine. As you drink make a...

~ Reaching out towards delicately rouged areola, his fingertips blush madly upon their first caress against the pink suppleness. He...

~ 1/4 cup of Stardust (must be wished on before being brewed.) 1/2 a pound of Bleeding Hearts (the flower, not the real thing, ya sick...

~ There goes Lady Fate, donned in solar sparks and her lace corset whose overt promiscuity catches the attention of one unsuspecting...

~ The eye of the universe bats its lashes at a a single sliver of splintered light blinking boastfully in the opaqueness– a crescent...