With the furies breathing down your neck.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
-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
"I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sa...
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