No Gratuitous use of the word 'Nipple' Here
What’s your idea of desolation? Is it a place, a barren desertified landscape, pocked with tumbleweeds and sun-bleached bone fragments?
I feel like I have set up a deckchair there, and am sitting waiting for the rain to come. I wonder if it will?
That may seem melodramatic- I’ll accept that I occasionally lean towards that- but when you’re there, well, all you see is the horizon.
It could be that desolation is the absence of people, or the sensation of being not an individual but a blurred face in the crowd.
It could be that I need a good night’s sleep.
I hope that the book has more readers than this blog- which for the time-being appears to be stumbled upon by people googling things like ‘boobfruit’.
I may have said ‘loinfruit’ in reference to the offspring, but what, pray tell, are boobfruit?
Does this mean that if I attach the word ‘fruit’ to random body parts, I will get readers?
See, I have to keep it clean. Nobody will come back if I say ‘p*nisfruit*
Hey! Come back!