praise the gods
His gaze traveled down my chest and he waved his finger around it, almost as if he was trying to touch it but some invisible force was stopping him. He suddenly looked remorseful, smiled wryly and said, “Fola, when your breasts stop looking like buttons, you will understand.”
The quasi-grunge cover art for Malibu tugged at my fancy long enough for me to want to give at least two of its tracks a fair listen. Three-quarters of the way into "The Season", I'm on another web page streaming the entire album. The next day, its 'most played' on my… Continue reading “MALIBU” Album Review
Coffee is bae
A good retelling of a witch encounter is never complete without some bed-ridden man with bandages all over his body, as he tries to re-enact “the story of my life”. As for the story, it normally has stages.
It is fashionable to perceive oneself as wise and worldly, open-minded for the most part; to view oneself as rational and logical, or as doing good for no ulterior motive or eternal reward
via Daily Prompt: Imaginary