Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Senses, I...
I smell like a sleeping giant resting after a long day of peering down on others.
I taste like terrible victory with a side of hash browns.
I feel like I just crashed my bike when no one was looking.
I sound like a ferocious jazz bassist named "Treble."
I move like the wind, the night and the swing of a baseball bat weighted with pine tar.
I taste like terrible victory with a side of hash browns.
I feel like I just crashed my bike when no one was looking.
I sound like a ferocious jazz bassist named "Treble."
I move like the wind, the night and the swing of a baseball bat weighted with pine tar.
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