to lick your eyelashes' flickering shade.I pursue you, snuffing the shadows, seeking your heart's scorching heat like a puma prowling the heights of Quitratue.Ophélie (“Ophelia”) by Arthur Rimbaud loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. BurchOn...
21 unusual ways to quit smoking, from changing your teeth to taking more showers- "If patches, hypnosis and self-help books don’t work, maybe it’s time to think laterally. Readers reveal the unlikely methods that encouraged them to kick the habit." ...
this is an amazing work from home job for you, but even if you don’t it’s not that hard to brush up on what colleges are looking for.
Except, in many ways, it’s not; while All Good Things doesn’t try to take on scale or threat to dwarf any other episode in the show’s run, crucially it does so with the knowledge that this is the final chapter, maybe not for the crew but certainly for the audience. The plot c...
Known for his unmatched athleticism and high football IQ, Wilkins consistently finds ways to wreak havoc on opponents' game plans, proving he belongs among the best of the best. With massive potential to build upon his early success, the sky's the limit for this Bay State native. Birthplace...
The beat sways, Hardy sings, you swoon. The space between the guitar, bass, drums, and vocals—and that’s all there is on this song—is palpable, and Hardy’s vocal is a nonchalantly solitary midnight waltz through swinging Paris. Makes me want to learn French. –Joe Tangari Listen: ...
The sitter instantly recognises Ray from the TV and soon talks his way into riding shotgun, in more ways than one. This was okay but didn’t really do it for me. The story was written at a time when Who Wants To Be A Millionaire was ruling the gameshow airwaves, and, as the ...
a long ways away a lot of empty flattery a man after my own heart a man for all seasons a man's home is his castle a Mexican standoff a Mexican wave a Mickey Finn a mind is a terrible thing to waste a moveable feast a multitude of sins ...
The beat sways, Hardy sings, you swoon. The space between the guitar, bass, drums, and vocals—and that’s all there is on this song—is palpable, and Hardy’s vocal is a nonchalantly solitary midnight waltz through swinging Paris. Makes me want to learn French. –Joe Tangari Listen: ...