so, it started with the following hiss and fits of headroom stalking the carapace and unduly footnoting a foul wind and lo

pops and lost for the shirking


trail bleeds the same

1. Hot generals, I mean, why not?
2. Fellowship of the downright lawful under-tongue (and table)
3. A furtive waft of what could be paramount to a spate of decadent hands waving "Hi"
4. Dial-up modems on the fritz again (read: languish)
5. Cops and moms for the oh shit ring, indeed

lyle heeds the shame