Monthly Archives: March 2009
A Deli Song
Not once did the neon lights abide the outside snarls to disappear. Remaining neon, puncturing soft eyes and highlighting scuffed shoes, stained shirts, and extracting the sours from natural colors; those in the outside tablecloths, in the woven scarfs, the
A Deli Song
Not once did the neon lights abide the outside snarls to disappear. Remaining neon, puncturing soft eyes and highlighting scuffed shoes, stained shirts, and extracting the sours from natural colors; those in the outside tablecloths, in the woven scarfs, the
Doings & Folks
Stuart runs his own piping business. He’s the uncle of some smurf named Ben, and he lives in Maine. He manages a lot of loud blue-collar locals. They’re all out of shape and hairy. He has great clients. People see
Doings & Folks
Stuart runs his own piping business. He’s the uncle of some smurf named Ben, and he lives in Maine. He manages a lot of loud blue-collar locals. They’re all out of shape and hairy. He has great clients. People see
Crack the Walnut 