LOBO -Predator Press
Fuck.
There is that sound again.
The sound of millions of screams inflicting agony.
I know that sound. That note.
It has been dacades.
And here was a guy a mere two houses down, in the front yard, enduring that sound like dragonfire as she bumped noses with him.
I saw his life die in his eyes.
Hope fell away as easily as his scorched flesh.
Should I give her my exes phone number so they can exchange notes?
Friday
Saturday
Friday
Marshmallow
LOBO -Predator Press
If there's one thing in this life I've nailed, i'ts sleep.
Imagine the biggest bed with countless pillows and blankets. During the summer, sure, you'll catch me because the twin industrial fans are on. But during the winter it gets more complex. Wendy once thought I was in the Marshmallow until I came home from work.
Look for chilled waterbottles on the nightstand.
If there's one thing in this life I've nailed, i'ts sleep.
Imagine the biggest bed with countless pillows and blankets. During the summer, sure, you'll catch me because the twin industrial fans are on. But during the winter it gets more complex. Wendy once thought I was in the Marshmallow until I came home from work.
Look for chilled waterbottles on the nightstand.
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