Tommy was a big bagga shit. Buthe was used to it. Waddle ovet there. Shinny uppa stair. Splash himseff down. Boilin’ point is found. Naw dig yourself a hookin’ point or Vapor out now.  

Dude couldn’t lick an astro not. Wouldn’t be caught With his glass down. He’d frown. But no sound. Would come. He’d be done. No more pay as a astro not. And that life’s fraught With Dee Saster.      

He carried his personal hell right with him. And heaven in his right front pocket. One lid heavy from the genes of burden. One wide eye bursting from it’s socket. Curious. why. no. one’s. curious. Wondering why no one’s wondering. History don’t repeat but they sure do and No. one. sees. the. blundering. He did, […]

  The knife just ticked the edge of her head. Damn, it was great to be alive! Throw the knife mister, throw it hard! Ya hear the bees buzzing in their hive? Afraid me, mister. Make me afraid! I want to skat my pants in fear! Shock me, mister. Do me harm! Shock me here […]