His hairline was much too low down on his forehead, and his countenance, if seen at close proximity, bore the unhealthy lustre of face paint. He walked across, through the door opposite and the kitchen area beyond, which was stacked high with sacks of flour and sugar. His half finished cappuccino...
the architect said. “But she is a good girl. She would make a wonderful wife. Her desserts are excellent.” “As, I said, I am willing to give her a trial.” And so it was that Enheim’s daughter washed the feet of the architect, made him sweets, sacrificed her lips and even attempted to give him her...
Then there are monotonous white lilies or those agitated little cowards called anemones; and buzzing gentian and snot-like primrose; so many petals waiting to be covered in slime, as it is that certain minds are repulsed by blue skies and would much rather grovel than stand upright; tongue langui...