blow by blow on her back taking strangers decimated the ego sexy facade sparkling bright who will pay for a night? gave the last of what she had away save the spirit untarnished aglow
The sun set on a quiet winter day and they fell off into a faraway cavernous thought space with music playing off a box radio plugged in and hung up over the sink with bungees so they could access it from the bed, too heavy to move. Time got lost in their blindness of it.
the difficulty was not with tsundoku so much as it was with society and the tendency they had to work and work and work the plentiful jobs none of which supplied the proper income to live on the blade