Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: July 2017

Workbook: July, 2017

July 31, 2017: What the fucking fuck do they fucking want?
July 30, 2017: There's something childlike in her self-presentation:
July 29, 2017: Ungenerous:
July 28, 2017: She was raped as a child.
July 27, 2017: Champagne, with just a splash of orange juice.
July 26, 2017: Technicolor expert. Man of clay.
July 25, 2017: 20C lies to his wife.
July 24, 2017: 5′9″ and probably will call you daddy if you buy me alcohol 🤷‍♀️
July 23, 2017: "Ha ha ha ha ha," guffaws the drunken sailor.
July 22, 2017: she changes her pics 'cause she still loves her ex
July 21, 2017: He was the all-purpose one-armed guy.
July 20, 2017: "Daily flights to China!"
July 19, 2017: Lew-wee the now pubescent with voice breaking...
July 18, 2017: There was a second neighbor who was unjust to me.
July 17, 2017: There was a neighbor...
July 16, 2017: He was so kind.
July 15, 2017: An aesthetic without charm...
July 14, 2017: Ladies on the lions; milk and pearls.
July 13, 2017: Orange light of fall...
July 12, 2017: Golf club. Eiffel Tower painted green.
July 11, 2017: Restless Missus Tubbaguts changes seats...
July 10, 2017: By all means!
July 9, 2017: Whisper to the thunder.
July 8, 2017: Is he still alive if I can't remember his name?
July 7, 2017: Trust no man with a tidy haircut.
July 6, 2017: Good boys, that lot.
July 5, 2017: The "nobles" fight on horseback.
July 4, 2017: I was born twenty minutes from the border of a third-world country.
July 3, 2017: I was smitten with a certain vision of analog technology.
July 2, 2017: I thought we were close. Me and that girl I've never met.
July 1, 2017: After 15 years of silence my ex contacted me to complain of the difficulty of being a single parent.