can you out wit the tortilla gypsy apocalypse
I had a girl I knew she grew became a woman. now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown. we used to roll the windows down and play the music loud. smoking out in her car. Lost in west Omaha. and we’d get drunk and kiss. our bodies twist like shoe laces. And we never came untied; I guess you were just my type.
bludgeon your eye
dance frolic make me feel like a stone
i love tori belleci
the pages of the rush stream liquid buttons
morgan freeman, chris pontius, john travolta, magneseum chloride and sticky sticks and silly salmon