He tried pissing against a tree, but drunkenly that flap got in the way. A warmth washed over him before he realized he was peeing on himself.
There’s a little blush under those drunken cheeks. They blend well with his light pale yellow color. This is where gradients come from. Nature, the natural, human skin. His left knee is aching though in that 27 years of life. This is what post brunch does to you for some natural reason.
The Area in anticipation of an imminently devastating event and hash tags are collecting the collective.
Pine on a frosty night. Bride with a bouquet of sunny succulents to counter the cold. It’s LA, so why try any harder. They can try harder by drinking more and dancing harder. And not stranding themselves riding a dragging ferris wheel, which wasn’t turned on.