My Cardboard Balcony

Nice Chin by Belinda Roddie Nice chin, tuft of hair making a perimeter around the bronze and folded skin, makes you want to paraphrase the opening dialogue a bit and bite off anything excessive that could spill from your own jaw as you savor the jut of his own. He keeps his beard so nicely trimmed, tiny curls weaving into a debonair extraordinaire of follicles that make you swoon.

The world was flat when a Saturn giant stepped on it with a stardust-powered rocket-boosted, steel-toed boot. It was odd for a while, but once we got over the dome shape, the planet was certainly still decent.