When desert nightfall comes, the mood changes. The sky dims and shadows overrun the landscape. All creatures with breath and a heartbeat shudder in fear or excitement, as they hear an unabated howl. She is ready. It is time for Sam’s Pizza’s Indian food.
A blurry photo does not a fashion blogger make / but is result when agoraphobe model take / worse off when photo seems fake / don’t lose yourself for popularity’s sake.
credits: antipodium like a prairie dress, opening ceremony spectators, carin wester x adax atlas clutch
Escape is a part of my psyche. I need it. I crave it. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, it always lingers, either hopeful or sinister.
It’s time for the magician’s final act. Swarthy, with a painted moustache, he rolls out his clunky contraption. Behind one mirrored door, his assistant awaits.
He has many rings on his fingers, they sparkle, diversion worthy. His bedazzled sausages waggle amidst unintelligible words. She’s gone, escaped onto her next adventure.
“Drat!” he thought. “Now I must buy another.”