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(by Sasaki Makoto)
by Idil F.
Grand Central, NYC 1929
It’s not possible anymore to take such photograph, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.
Gottfried Helnwein, Night in Shangri-la series, 1987
      “Better if we don’t holler about it.”
   She has a large gash on her back from a too-fast shift,    nothing that won’t heal in a few hours—-she’d do it now    but she’s really very drained, and had had to clean up    her location of shifting very very fast, which hadn’t been    helpful.
His wrist flicks from his chin towards her. "Well, since you seem strangely okay with the situation at hand, I figured someone needs to be alarmed."
     "...Do you--... Do you need help with that?"
"Oooh my--!"
He's the opposite of a car horn; his palm claps over his mouth before it can honk out any more words. His body aaarches away.
His hand slides down to his chin. "That looks painful."
It's me, it's Buddy... I'm cold.
Truman Capote
Reins by Tomas Prochazka
    「⚜ ✒」Leo opened his mouth, then closed it again. That was the last thing he expected the man to say, and yet it made no sense to him. He supposed he would give the man credit for creativity.
     A grin spread on his face. There was no way this man was being serious. He bet his boots on it. ”Your…grandmother? You were asking her if she just called you something. If I did not know better, I would say y’addled in the head, m’friend.”Â
"That's right. You don't" he pivots, sharp, turning into the other's space; his arms thrash down into a point, "know better. You don't know me--"
overcome with incomprehensible exasperation, practically paralyzed with rage, Booker's hands stutter--stuck stuck stuck--around his head (it's probably best; if he wasn't already throwing his voice, he'd be throwing his fists),
"at all."
"I’m sorry, mystery" he says. "It’s all right" mystery says, "For strong and stubborn are different things. And to forgive is strength, and to be stubborn is still a hiding place.”
Paris 1991Â
Photo: Â Louis StettnerÂ
No.
Alexander Graham Bell
Hengk Koentjoro.
Couple // Subconscious.
  ”I’m not out to slander anybody’s name, I just like Shirley Ellis. You ought to not assume the worst of people.”
"With great 'ooker' names comes great skepticism."