Easy · Electrochemistry ≥ 3
Albeit dark and cold, this vision also feels cosy in its own way. Like eggnog, or morphine! A much needed respite from our own world.
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Albeit dark and cold, this vision also feels cosy in its own way. Like eggnog, or morphine! A much needed respite from our own world.
But on the other hand, their obligations were piling up at an inhuman rate -- a rate that could only be amended by Pyrholidon.
He's dying for a cigarette. Come to think of it, you are, too.
Four-hundred thousand reál?! Jommaijoo, these guys knew how to party!
Shit yeah, baby, it's the Party Pipeline! Why would you want to shut that down?
The temperature between her skin and her hydrophobic raincoat rises, warming the Numb 12 perfume she's imbibed herself with. You have no other option but to say...
Below her hydrophobic raincoat, in the humidity between her skin and the neoprene. And on the silk scarf on her neck, a perfume. You have no other option but to say its name...
Tell her, she'll like you for it.
Well, that's not good. Looks fine over here. You sure it's not some sort of glandular problem?
There's something in you that really likes the way she's looking at you just now.
There is a spark in the air, a live wire hanging in the wind -- in your hung over neocortex. Then the sea air cools it down.
What this boils down to is this reality thing is stupid. Blow this joint, grab a bottle and drain that shit right down your throat.
Beneath her waterproof raincoat and silk shirt is a body imbibed in Numb 12 perfume. You are suddenly and intimately aware of it.
But only because you like pearlescent teeth and those light green eyes...
He's right, with a face like that she could be on the cover of La Débutante International.
Its pain and grovelling is much to your liking.