The Grind Two minute drill up ahead we must… Every inch and every yard we must… Time to start clawing at six point… We dig our cleats in the rain soak…
That tempest in her churning her dark gray contorted face her razor teeth digging into the s… those scowling eyes of steel that swastika burned into her neck
Up ahead along the country road, Thru’ the clearing of Maple’s abo… Where the winding around a certain… Becomes my winding, my forestial f… Though it’s someone else’s, it’s a…
Waterfall of a perilous beauty, of pastel wings and thorns about, angel abodes with demonic doors, living water falling down from deadly currents breathing life int…
Fighters of the days of now and yo… who laid down their lives for ever… are gone from us ne’er to come aga… They fought like hell until the ve… until the white wings of death too…
Glassy waters, tranquil mood, Deep sea furnaces, heated environs… Air of the Nautical Gods, Hymns of the sleepy giants, Dreams of the lazy summers,
High above and below mid sky in the lower heavens from up high where witches gather and conspire, congregations of satanic disciples… the clashing of the hot and cold,
Little Piccolo Subtle little body that you are Cutting through wild tempests afar With no room to store your might But yet up for a hell-raising figh…
You have reached the East Side Doctor’s Clinic. Please say in the phone either Dr. Schmutz or Dr. Poopoo. “ “Oh no, not another one of those automated answering devices. I hope we can c...
What kind of line are you? Do you curve around and entangle yourself with yourself with no end to your travels? Do you tell a story about beauty, the way it flaunts itself in all its ...
Up where genius walks On fertile grounds In comfort and peace With staff and rod Along river beds
All systems spent and muscles sore… The end is on nigh at half past fo… An upward climb took every ounce, Sweat upon sweat upon grueling pou… Fifth set tie breakers arrive too…
Into the power, that relentless pu… That rides with the wind and noble… Out from the mouth of the Almight… With fists of velvet and saintly d… Beyond the forests and over the tr…
“Son of a bitch! Not that guy again,” thought Clancy, the pitcher as Big McGregor came to bat with the bases loaded and Clancy’s team ahead 3-0 in the bottom of the ninth. He was starin...
As man rises above his familiar ab… Like an eagle flying to heights be… And the earth grows smaller than a… And oceans become a pond in the mi… A sight of disbelief, of romantic…
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