2006-05-08 - 12:45 a.m.
May We Die Per Sip,
Seduced by the Orange Hulls, fine sprays of fifty hour work weeks and mean seeds, accountable in the prisons of later this eveninga dude, these aren't previews, this fallout is from Victory times. Smelling salts in jacked pits, next to a scene of cushioned pews, as Lovely Sterling rushed to preserve the remaining cannon fodder, seduced in the roaring room by the growing loads with chirps from the critics dead critics. After rushing anxiety stemmed from broken vessels-filling in for a race or two, the then underpaid grocery clerk said his foodstuffs were good but Sterling would rather be hunting after it had fresh snowed.
Interviews in strip mall hotels where some lives set today, leaving buildings with rigid packets tucked under arms.
He tried to Put it off, she tried to put it off and then the big day arrived like it would always seem to.
Comedy Troops were leaving the strip malls looking older, after being thoroughly analyzed, they each had a virgin on their shoulder.
I want to Thank-You, (No, I've been wanting to THANK-YOU)
Always Yours,
"Bill" Two Loaves
