This was meant to be a fast break, a Houdini act, an in-and-out Italian job, a quickie if you may. I don’t believe in spare keys because I am 37 years old.
The sky is a vicious blanket of moist clouds. Here, when the dreams aren't wet, the weather is, you know, like, Jane Mugo in the streets, Cardi B in the sheets?
One swoosh, he slides it open, removing the outer shell with pornographic precision. Oh, naughty. If he can do this to eggs what will he do to...never mind.
This is a ring for a man who appreciates the way things used to be: when P.C. culture and “open communication” with your friggin’ wife didn’t exist.
Like the nest of a bowerbird, it all piled up because I am (was?) the kind of person who gets what he wants. I even manifested for people to stop manifesting. Ha!