Many things were strange, regarding the salesman. His attitude, the way his body moved as well as his eyes. My god, those eyes. If i had to describe them, they would remind me snake; the way they glint as he gazes over anything.
I´ve been thinking about that man who came to my house the other day. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew I felt the need for him. Maybe, he was selling me something, or maybe he was just everything i was looking for. Such a drag.
The salesman told me to take of my clothes so the buyers could see the merchandise I exposed my body and ran his fingers across the scars on my stomach “a little beat up but at least now she’s obedient” he said with a wink.
No, I was not a salesman. I didn’t know why everyone kept asking me if I was one. It was getting on my nerves. I was not. I woke up yelling at rude people I met in my dream.
deaths of salesman never seem to attract a crowd. harold hill’s funeral was the most well-attended of any salesman that ever scammed below the mississippi line.
Salesman. Aren’t we all salesmen? Trying to sell the best image of ourselves for jobs, for spouses, for our parents. Making elevator pitches in our best clothes. Tell me about yourself in 140 characters or less.
salesman is some one who tries to sell you things in a persuasive way. they sell you houses, everything that is some sort of material. But the also sell you lies.
Many things were strange, regarding the salesman. His attitude, the way his body moved as well as his eyes. My god, those eyes. If i had to describe them, they would remind me snake; the way they glint as he gazes over anything.
the salesman was selling guns at the manly store.
The salesman came to my door selling ornaments.
I´ve been thinking about that man who came to my house the other day. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew I felt the need for him. Maybe, he was selling me something, or maybe he was just everything i was looking for. Such a drag.
The salesman told me to take of my clothes so the buyers could see the merchandise I exposed my body and ran his fingers across the scars on my stomach “a little beat up but at least now she’s obedient” he said with a wink.
No, I was not a salesman. I didn’t know why everyone kept asking me if I was one. It was getting on my nerves. I was not. I woke up yelling at rude people I met in my dream.
deaths of salesman never seem to attract a crowd. harold hill’s funeral was the most well-attended of any salesman that ever scammed below the mississippi line.
I wish I was a good salesman. I couldn’t sell myself out of a wrap of tissue.
Salesman. Aren’t we all salesmen? Trying to sell the best image of ourselves for jobs, for spouses, for our parents. Making elevator pitches in our best clothes. Tell me about yourself in 140 characters or less.
salesman is some one who tries to sell you things in a persuasive way. they sell you houses, everything that is some sort of material. But the also sell you lies.