I am of such a deep nature that I enjoy explaining myself to myself for hours on end through books and media; Woes and humdrum error.
I have detailed the existence of myself down to such a tiny part that when I am gone, I will be traveling along the head of a pin and be holding onto the tip as I drip from the end and wave to myself in awe of my beauty and then again, I will ask myself what contains me as both of my parts...
Then I will kiss the rebounded splash with a drop and the boundless sea of potential will again assume its omniscience.
Circular.
Spiraly.
As a seed turning upward toward the heat.
The rings of a tree.
The light when it kisses the leaf and relates itself to the liquid that feels so cool in its roots and calls itself chlorophyll.
And the branches again that of a man, standing naked in the Sun.
What if you were named as heir to a Will that you knew nothing about and members of your family were being kidnapped and tortured for information they didn't have? What if you went to the police only to find out the Russian Mafia and your own govern
There is no mystery on this journey to hell. You are witness to the crimes dealing out the death sentences... each justified by one of the seven deadly sins.
Enter a glamorous world controlled by one of San Francisco's ultra-wealthy socialites an
Wounded veteran and battered woman face more trials together!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsman, Wade Scott wakes up in an Army hospital in Germany with his right arm gone. His other friends were wounded too. Luk
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