Rhymes with Skies?
Oh now he’s overheated?
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
Oh now he’s overheated?
the week, any week, anytime
innocence declared a legend by the lunatic
Screaming hot like ice in free fall Black jade bubbling up within her guts Limp inertia pressing lips, nose, skin
Is the Servìce Comprìs? A tribute to a working wasteland Orange and carpets for the walking dead Poor Pete the