Tag: Drew Pisarra

In TruthIt’s gotten to the point where I’m afraid to tell you what I did. I cannot trustmy words. What a mess I’ve madeof whatever

Yttrium Why did the weather turn cold and drizzly driving us two to seek shelter inside? Why did we neck until I grew dizzy? Why

Manganese What is it about short men whose faces beam energy and effort like dying suns? Why do their grins show comic traces of powerplays

Barium   Thick fur coated his back: all black, no curl, a kind of rat poison in follicle form. For some. Dressed up, milder specs