Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
Opposite Pissec sits ghoulish Gottfried Baumauer, a tall, skinny workaholic with dark-ringed eye sockets and long, yellowing smoker’s fingers. He’s thirty-eight. He doesn’t say much. He drinks a lot of tea – likes it strong...
It’s not dystopia to think history will repeat itself.
You’ve never really loved your wife, have you, Ridley?
No matter how damaged we were by our lives, we are whole when we are together
Bride of Beimerstetten, bride of Beimerstetten, bride of Beimerstetten, naked bride of Beimerstetten,” and he imagines a procession of proud military men blowing trumpets as they stomp through a bomb-devastated town to the tune of...
…and available man candy. But at least there would be mud, and maybe cows.” p12
Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.
She lit my soul and inhaled deeplyFlicking my ashes occasionally.
His manhood sways briefly, then comes to a standstill.