By: Daniel
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Monday, January 18th, 2010Food Fight
Wolferine sat perched atop his motourbike like a frog on a lilypad of the utmost chrome and sexuality. Echoes of winds and quiete desperation of this lonely town flowed thru his hairs like a song from the Blair Witch 2: Book Of Shadows Official Soundtrack (Jive Records). Beneathe his Oakleys his eyes squinted like [...]
A Smart man; a Crazy man.
Tuesday, August 4th, 2009A Raging Bull
The restourant was fansy; his suit; all the fansyer. Bobby ReNiro was the name and tough stough was the name of the game he play’d and he play’d it well, like a Jonny Cage in Mortal Combat and its’ subsquint sequels, particulerly Mortal Combat 4. His goatee hanged tot like the shoe of [...]
Some witch’s hour.
Saturday, January 31st, 2009The Muscle The Bone The Heart
The seen was set and the seen was thus: ice sculpturs in the shapes of well-bread K9s, lady’s with dimon earings, shandlears like Antartic glacers hanged in the air like Conan-hairs. Pure Hichcockian. Old men dressed in the nines bandied about there conversations of golf swinging, annie-lock breaks, and small [...]