His name was Stefan Mix and people said that he had a terrific imagination.

I look at you and wait to feel. Something. Anything. Time is suspended. I am holding my breath, waiting for the wave of nausea, the sour taste of adrenaline, the burning blush on my cheeks.

Back in the days, Of crayons and leisure Whenever it rained I got drenched with pleasure. Pebbles and shells Were still things to treasure. How stupid I wonder, I must have been back then

The end of our era.

Where's my Zen, hmmm? Where's my fucking Zen? She was speaking out loud now. And why the fuck not? she thought. What is there to stop me?

I am trying to save this relationship,But I can't do it alone and you are 200km away.

Tony Dunne will not suggest a slideshow, would stuff the gaps with stories, has found enigmas...Tony Dunne has lots to say.

I stop myself from digging a hole and falling in. We've been this way before, and I can never win. (In your mind.) You bully;but ( with a heart),you'd hate to think