they sat around a wooden table. it was old and soft, creased with experience.

maggie milley molly and may went out to the sea to play one day, and died.

karl kept a loaded gun at his right side and dog biscuits in his pocket because you never know. he smells like old spice and looks about five years older than he is. what some would call worn, others would call rugged.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it, in a brown paper bag.

michael is happy when things go his way. he has a vicious fury when they do not. he keeps an incisive tongue, he knows it and relishes the chance to use it. he is all angles. he has blonde hair. he loves to follow orders, just as he loves to give them. he reveres loyalty. he loathes creativity.

it is at moments after i have dreamed, of beating and bludgeoning

eric lies to himself. his twists of logic are a skein of clever knots. he can convince himself of anything. he is also a lover. he likes the sharpness and roughness of men, the opposites of women. he likes to tell people what they want to hear.