Where it not for the dizzy whiptail ambivalence of your crumbling fleece, I could never contemplate the ways of so many merchant bankers in heat.
Seven donkeys and a concubine cannot compare with the tarnished sheen left in your path of combustion. :-/
May you always be as vivid as your hallucinations. ack, the walls are melting...and batman is just landed by my feet...too vivid. nice Kmar
The spark of intelligence in your blinking eyes is not unlike the glow from the teeth of an electrocuted axe-murderess. BUY WAR BONDS If I were to combine your blood, toes, and hair, it might not be you, but it would be enough for my basic desires.