The_Coffee_Snob13 декабря 2013В друзьяA face that would be nowhere now, ever, except on a square of Kodak paper230
The_Coffee_Snob10 декабря 2013В друзьяPirate of the flesh throw back our head and part your jows to sing a lunar song37
The_Coffee_Snob10 декабря 2013В друзьяCould they see the forest in her eyes, the shadow of her pelt? Were her teeth too sharp? It's hard not to be a wolf, she thought.46
The_Coffee_Snob10 декабря 2013В друзьяIn fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the otherHermann Hesse "Steppenwolf"38
The_Coffee_Snob10 декабря 2013В друзьяYe may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; but kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man! Rudyard Kipling "The Law of the Jungle"37