ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS Elusive Muses / Wandering, gypsy souls / Today one was / Forever lost / The deed will not go unpunished / THERE WILL BE / Death in the A… Farewell to Arms You slept with Ernest Hemingway / last night, his eyes pressed against your / chest like cold / knives as your smile / flickered in the… A Sport Of Ambulatory And Non-Fiction Bandits may swarm and barricade you in your tracks, demanding an excerpt of authentic frolic and escapade. hemingway 3 thinking Hemingway / missed-out/skidadled; Power suit Lambert was a tasty beast, and the wold loves its heores for their limbs as much as anything. Is That You, Papa? I mentioned that he used to crouch down at a little spot called Harry’s Bar, just steps away from where we stood. She excitedly implo… rain It was a lazy Sunday and no one seemed to be everywhere doing nothing in every way possible.
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