No, like the fabled riders of the apocalypse, but instead of three, seven horsemen came crawling out from the depths of hell, and let me tell you, war changed.
Centre Stage By D.I. Jolly
But it is still possible to drown in bright clear water, on a hot sunny day, surrounded by people.
Something is Blooming By D.I. Jolly
“You’re here, Mr. Jones, because a woman in a red dress told you to be here. Because she cried in your office and then offered you a lot of money and sweet sorrowful lies. The same reason you do everything.”
Spicy Eyes
Sometimes, normally on Thursdays, I think that if I could read minds I wouldn’t even notice.
It’s Burning By D.I. Jolly
Thursday night wasn’t the ideal drinking day, but my week and been especially shit so I had no love left for my job or what the bosses thought of my red eyes and dirty shirts, or if they did notice that I had been in same clothes for the last three days.