Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
handfuls of anvils for aches and spills, rhythmically hammering advil pills, bellows and coal bourbon and skoal, the loitering smoke a s...
-
he walks with a cane but he's able a liar across the table he's silent when he's quiet he's weaved another fable.
-
The young man with the old eyes. He knows that the only real measure of man’s character in modern society is the level of self-control he ...
No comments:
Post a Comment