Denmark leaves are much softer on virgin arches. Soiled jeans and tee scattered the lawn as I wedged my soft body between the cold emerald frames of the girls. Thank heaven for automatic timers. Smothered apples with imitation peanut butter on the way to my plane. How I long to eat the fruits of the fridge.
Foreign tongues stand out like flutes among clanging symbols of English drawl.
I'm in Chicago and wanting one-way tickets to anywhere but home. I'd sell my body for the carbon copies but couldn't buy a destination farther than Indiana.