She arrived at the barn just as I awoke. I flew down to get a closer look. Maybe she had food for me. Who was this girl and where were her clothes? Then I noticed the medallion around her neck. It said everything.
Angela often slept walked. Tonight she slept crawled. Where did she crawl to? The kitchen of course. She couldn't resist guacamole.
The bus station was hot...too hot in fact. Cynthia began undressing... layer by layer. She couldn't stand the heat. People stared as they walked by...but she didn't care. She enjoyed the attention.
Ed Juan, Lorelay Bove
Super cool cal artian artists...