Author Isaac Littlejohn
“There are no written ways to arrive at this.”But, the answer is to express by joining handspressed against the keys, my fantasy is expressed with bliss.Sounds push past the warm air of bands. At a young 200 years old, its… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” exclaimed my son. Obviously I wasn’t going to sit here and let him continue with his false antics. “So, you believe that by dancing in front of a camera for this app called ‘tok-talk’ will… Continue Reading →
“Tu problema no es mi problema,” dijo la persona que vive en México. Esta persona es mi amor y mi todo. Hay un problema con esto. Yo vivo en Perú. Por eso, no la puedo ver. Además, la condición en… Continue Reading →
A Break of the Circle “You’re going to need these. You know you will.” Said the figure, who I’d have not given any second thought about the day before. His presence is so big and yet to others, trivial. Even… Continue Reading →