Parlance for the parched, dripping with the exhaustive disgust that leaves only silt as the top coat of the tongue. Summer is the day and long is the feeling of breaking free from the chains of impossibility, of lies and of Judes walking up from behind.
When breaking the point and snapping the threads to make way for a blazing trail of short circuited current, it's an all hands up in the air affair. Plebs and schlubs screaming with an indescribable horror. Oh the horror of it all.
Thursday, 22 February 2007
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