Form vs Function_Birdcage Bill_All is Cold and Bright in Lantern City_A Pit of Flowers
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Form vs Function
Bonnie Zelenak Form vs FunctionHands touching, soothing. Minds susceptible, hopeful. Hands joinwww.onedoor.ccing, exploring. Minds uncertain, trustful.Legs rubbing, entwining, holding. Lips meeting, Minds wanting. Shoulders supporting. Arms grasping.Sensory cortex firing. Breathing quickening. Skin moistening. Hips thrusting. Groins vibrating. Medial lobe playing. Cerebellum signaling. Thighs, glutes, abs tensing. Anterior circulate cortex dancing. Dopamine releasing. Decision-making control receding. Clitoris, vagina, cervix activating. Penis firing....
Birdcage Bill
When Birdcage Bill plays the piano, everybody listens.Some of his songs make people fight. Some put them to sleep. Some make them drink drink drink, and some make them go drown themselves in the river. Nothing at all happens when he plays The Old Gray Mule. Despite his reputation, the saloons always let him perform, and folks always come to hear.My friend Gus once told me Birdcage Bill’s piano’s keys are made from bone. We were eating supper at the Holy Hare and Bill’s plonking that day was making everybody hungry.“Cursed bones,” Gus said, grinning through a mouth of mash. I scoffed, slurping ...
All is Cold and Bright in Lantern City
So far he'd had a bad day and just needed something to make him feel better. The cat he was following was doing a pretty good job of that. He was still cold and walking still hurt, a lot, but this cat looked like it wanted to show him something. He likes cats. He thinks. He… can't really remember anything about his life before… before her. But he thinks he likes this cat. It's a black cat. It's good at maneuvering through the crowd of the city. He isn't. People keep bumping into him, and the bright lights of everything around him are disorientating. He wonders where the cat is leading him. He ...
A Pit of Flowers
“So, what’s the catch?” these where the words echoing in grace’s mind as she stared blankly down at the brown wooden box that her grandfather now laid in. He always used that same phrase when people would share bad news with him. He knew there was always good and bad, but more importantly he knew that there was good in the bad. All you had to do was find it, and that is exactly what she was struggling to do. It had been almost an hour since the funeral had ended, and she was still stuck staring at the cemetery plot surrounded with empty chairs and a table overflowing with bouquets only...