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Protector Athena: A Thanksgiving Prayer
Leave a commentNovember 23, 2023 by tsk2001
From Heliotrope: G is now streaked yellow, green and pinkish-blue, wild brushstrokes that seem to swirl like a Van Gogh …
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Chief Wahoo Nocs-A-Homa (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentJune 16, 2023 by tsk2001
I hand G back the jay and proceed first, shotgun up and ready. On the patio is a table and …
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Adore the Booted Foot: Agony Pear in the Cradle (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentMay 16, 2023 by tsk2001
K takes the opportunity to Kandelize. “Lick it” demanded Madame Olga, and Poor Francine complied, the tears running down her …
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Stacked Spherical Perfection: The Voluptuous Weight of Eight (Cobalt)
Leave a commentApril 18, 2023 by tsk2001
“See what she’s saying?” G asks me quietly. “The very word emotion penetrates.” She puts her arm around me and …
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The Difference Between Art, Lunch and Cleavage (Grisaille)
Leave a commentApril 13, 2023 by tsk2001
He chuckles bitterly. “It makes me think of an art term: grisaille.” Grisaille? French, obviously, but I’m not familiar with …
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Red Guard Hotties in Pigtails: Suitable for Comin’ (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentApril 12, 2023 by tsk2001
. . . “And I could swear a light just went on upstairs in the yellow house.” I point to …
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A Heads-up Peckinpause for Isela Vega (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentApril 10, 2023 by tsk2001
“Where’s G and Joy?” I mumble in a daze, afraid I might keel over in the sand . . . …
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Sapphrodite: The Pink Bird Throbs (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentApril 8, 2023 by tsk2001
Then I’m at it again: My fingers, gods you knew my fingers, entire honeysuckle swell forcing a temple longing, purer …
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The Ready Machete: No Time to Wallow in the Myers (Cobalt)
Leave a commentApril 6, 2023 by tsk2001
“And did their legs run away?” “They didn’t get far,” says P with a chuckle. “These 10-inch Kershaws are incredible. …
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. . . as Uttered Forth in the Public Works of Punch Her and What Man (Cobalt)
Leave a commentApril 5, 2023 by tsk2001
. . . “What the fock was she going on about?” Krieg asks sadly. “That was Lucky’s monologue from Godot,” …
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Death Palette . . . . . . . . . 