WHY YOU SO SLOW AT LIFE RIGHT NOW?
I JUST WANT YOU TO WORK FOR ME AND LET ME STALK THE OSCARS
FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF SEEING RDJ WHILE I GIVE WRITING THIS ESSAY FOR WESTERN ART A GO.
CREYS ALL OVER THE PLACE
I await the day they call for “Iron Man” to get his order when it’s ready.
I keep closing my eyes, picturing Holmes playing the violin and Watson sitting outside the room, sitting against a wall, peeking around the doorway from time to time; perfectly content, the both of them.
I am such a sap, oh god.
“His dick is like iron covered in wet rough silk.”
“Pure energy pure power”
“Sizzling white hot sensations that fired through her neurons”
“Arcs of flaming pleasure”
“Flames curled around her body”
This novel, this novel.