Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Roll Your Own
Eugenol levels slipping. Twenty small cigars gaining value in a walk-in humidor. Nine people in a circle. Two of them on the clock. This typing device can explode at any moment with no warning. Good mourning! While the kitty's asleep the mice dance deep. She moves in mysterious ways. Broken. Fixed. Tested clean. Twangy dirt. I will make you hurtless. Go on, bitch... More!
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