Heavy Metal Poisoning by Greyhound1211, literature
Literature
Heavy Metal Poisoning
"And to you, too, Jonathan." He rolled, swirling around the ruby red rocker of wine. "For all the accomplishments, all the advancements that you've provided for our fine city."
The lynx sitting across the table smiled heartily, those fat cheeks pulling high up into his double chin-pulled cheek. He then smoothly lifts his own flute into the air with two light fingers and nods his fat mug, nose turned down. Teeth glitter through his black lips as the sharp eyes of the predator meet with his flatterer. It is all he can do to keep himself from scowling.
"And you as well, my Master." The heavy lynx rumbles. "What Adonis Corporation has provid
On a hill in brightest days does stand,
A Manor, a House, a Home,
With its richness and glory a testament to success,
Of colors most inviting, finest marble, smoothest oak,
All passerby do gawk at the luck owner
With the richest hearth, boldest paint, cleanest windows
And of course its air of perfume,
And they smiled,
But in the darkness when all eyes are closed,
A thousand thoughts are left to wander,
To wonder, to search, to seek,
And bumble through the twisting,
The climbing, the ruined, the crumbling,
Passages of that mansion,
And there in the pure and utter void,
The real solitude of self-discovery does,
A door pop to sho
Chapter 1: . . . And a Criminal
"That was At War With the World, an oldie by Foreigner from their self-titled debut album, Foreigner. And, it is that time of the hour again, and we'll head on over to Alicia at the 98.5 Weather Channel for the afternoon outlook."
The tinny voices from the vintage Emerson squatting in the corner of the garage ricochet off of the barren, unfinished concrete walls. The echo waves by the stacks of mildewed cardboard boxes on the back floor, tool-covered corkboard hung precariously off both sides of single-car space before bouncing off the rear wall. After sailing over the Caprice at the focal point of the room,
Heavy Metal Poisoning by Greyhound1211, literature
Literature
Heavy Metal Poisoning
"And to you, too, Jonathan." He rolled, swirling around the ruby red rocker of wine. "For all the accomplishments, all the advancements that you've provided for our fine city."
The lynx sitting across the table smiled heartily, those fat cheeks pulling high up into his double chin-pulled cheek. He then smoothly lifts his own flute into the air with two light fingers and nods his fat mug, nose turned down. Teeth glitter through his black lips as the sharp eyes of the predator meet with his flatterer. It is all he can do to keep himself from scowling.
"And you as well, my Master." The heavy lynx rumbles. "What Adonis Corporation has provid
On a hill in brightest days does stand,
A Manor, a House, a Home,
With its richness and glory a testament to success,
Of colors most inviting, finest marble, smoothest oak,
All passerby do gawk at the luck owner
With the richest hearth, boldest paint, cleanest windows
And of course its air of perfume,
And they smiled,
But in the darkness when all eyes are closed,
A thousand thoughts are left to wander,
To wonder, to search, to seek,
And bumble through the twisting,
The climbing, the ruined, the crumbling,
Passages of that mansion,
And there in the pure and utter void,
The real solitude of self-discovery does,
A door pop to sho
Chapter 1: . . . And a Criminal
"That was At War With the World, an oldie by Foreigner from their self-titled debut album, Foreigner. And, it is that time of the hour again, and we'll head on over to Alicia at the 98.5 Weather Channel for the afternoon outlook."
The tinny voices from the vintage Emerson squatting in the corner of the garage ricochet off of the barren, unfinished concrete walls. The echo waves by the stacks of mildewed cardboard boxes on the back floor, tool-covered corkboard hung precariously off both sides of single-car space before bouncing off the rear wall. After sailing over the Caprice at the focal point of the room,
Chapter 1: . . . And a Criminal
"That was At War With the World, an oldie by Foreigner from their self-titled debut album, Foreigner. And, it is that time of the hour again, and we'll head on over to Alicia at the 98.5 Weather Channel for the afternoon outlook."
The tinny voices from the vintage Emerson squatting in the corner of the garage ricochet off of the barren, unfinished concrete walls. The echo waves by the stacks of mildewed cardboard boxes on the back floor, tool-covered corkboard hung precariously off both sides of single-car space before bouncing off the rear wall. After sailing over the Caprice at the focal point of the room,
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