THE ORIGINAL DIRT-BAG MOTION DETECTOR DEMONSTRATION MODEL
Like so many previous ends of the world, this is no different. The roof has a barbwire parameter. Five will get you ten, ten will get you five and so on. Entertainments have been limited to a series of unspectacular alley-oops. One nightclub managed to remain open, if I were you I would not attend any forthcoming events. Nothing personal badges should be worn at all times. Side view of a welder. The inflorescence of a flower overdue. My Passing Dying is a considerable slight, gone at last. I never cared for him a lot, pretentious twat. Alluding to the paintings, flowered cottage schlock. Art for the masses. I had to hold my nose even the hearse gasped. His stench extenuated inordinately that much. Devotees And Aficionados, Our Monster Trucks Are Esthetically Imbued Oil and rubber does it for me, amid monosyllabic road paving, askew. He will work nights forever killing some time in the cafes. What are you having? Tires bald like a court summons nearly leading me to believe who's wife is off on some glittering tangent, karaoke or line dancing. Chevaux de frise, have some. PSYOMAGNOTHERIC DALLIANCES OF THE INNER SANCTUM Hair blistering top robes held aloft for an intense squat, no door. Brother Jerome's ethereal smoke comes from an unnatural source, Holden Morrissey Caufield distraught hero of Olympus. The Gang's Analytical, Synonymous Response Bass lessons. I don't like the sound of it. With our young friend and twice a week. How to make up the difference? Careful to walk only on a deserted beach. Running into your X was unavoidable. His microphone chord swirling like negligent pasta. I love his way of negotiating the play list, alternating fast and slow. Bio: Colin James was born in England but lives in Massachusetts. He works in Energy Conservation. Some of his poems have appeared Waterlogged August, The, Sage Trail, 88, The Ottawa Review and others. He is a member of The Brothers Of The Endemic.