Monthly Archives: December 2008

haven’t you ever run amok in the kitchen always bitchin’ traveling unscrupulous and boring with a script and a drift trough under sacksanded manatee fackers who you on clon dick would wither on the spoon savage weenie you tropolis! you’ve … Continue reading →

good old gorbachev taking it to the streets racking up an endless series of light-in-the-glass very few, very few no patterns like these think of space think of our dirt ball in space cold and alone half in the mother … Continue reading →