Little Tony Christmaspants paces outside the local arts center. Locked in the showcase behind him are posters for A Christmas Story, The Nutcracker Ballet, and a portrait of Santa Clause who is appearing at the theater.
Sometimes people have to feel the mildly dewed grass of an open field between their toes to remind they are still a part of mother earth.
Stratten awakens from dreaming he was awake. A quick scan of the room confirms he is alone, but is quickly interrupted by the entrance of the Stranger.
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Into the whirlwind of two lovers meeting came the microscopes monocle of the principals glass eye. His gaze did cast so intense that they would occasionally resort to sunscreen. They clung together even more tethered by truth and a love of mint. Credits: Eirian Model Ashen Sorrow Background Ecathe Fae…
They say that crime doesn’t pay. That’s not always true, of course. If you get away with it, then you got paid. Maybe it only pays for those people with a certain degree of common sense. Although the argument would go that those who become criminals have no common sense, so I suppose the argument is mute.
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Here’s a little ditty
that comes with datty
of a spatty