Wolferine
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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 [...]
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 [...]
Into oblivious.
Tuesday, January 8th, 2008 How The West Was Lost
The sky cracked open like nuts and down fell the biggest and the wettest nut-stuff this world hast seen: Rain. Rain reigning over this world… Zoid reigning over this City. People, née, Zoid-Heads, roamed this city like leperously cancerous saskwatches, eyes blaizing out a yellow colour so red that [...]