In which creases of your countenance do your sentiments pool?
Did you miss us?
Engulfed by the elements, breathing is sinking.
Whether salsa or trip-hop, body movement knows no bounds.
Cuddling up close in all of your private nooks, those swaths of silk should at least have a sense of humor.
If you’re more familiar with cavities and stomachaches than master cleanses and spa facials, you’re doing it right.
Here’s to putting all your flair back in its natural habitat.
This is fashion high above earthly (pur)suits.
Let your cortex paint the psychedelia that courses within.
The ice queen returns.
Can you feel the decay crawling deep into your roots, searing through your gums?
The creatures who crawl along the ocean floor swing luminescent tails heavy with poison and blink the mucous eyeballs of the undead.
You’ve always known that the box has far more potential than the gift inside.
Let your boombox thump with the roaring beats of your soul.
Whatever your poison, make sure it’s top-shelf.