Summer, that is.
Or did you think I meant life?
-bill kenny
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
With the furies breathing down your neck. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched . -bill kenny
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