...a black hole of virtuality.

This is a segment from Mary's novel “The Shaman Factory.”

But most maybe they do not want to be dirty, only lazy.

She’s a girl whose name I will never know.

Richard is already inviting two, pale, goth lovelies to join us...

“Somebody got hisself a crush..."

The owner’s only treasure was his son...

You always hear old men talking about their girlfriends who aren’t really their girlfriends.