

Sexton BlakeIt was ironic. The coffee house smelt of beer and sweat. She wanted to be that sweat: the semi-sweet odor of sound. He paraded about in his T-shirt and jeans as if it wasn’t ridiculous—not to be wearing slacks and a hot-topic tie. She could taste what stained the back of his throat, the fervor deemed insanity. The cords of his neck were swollen and strained with it. As for the name-givers: when he screamed their dispositions, they avoided a collision of the eyes. “You’re crazy.” He said to them, as if to fight fire with fire. They knew that his spasms and relatSexton Blake
That's awesome! Those are my favorite bands too! :exicited:
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...and I JIZZED IN MY PANTS.
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Let us go out this evening for pleasure.
The night is still young.
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and I really love the cat boy guitarist picture.
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mmm coffee
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mmm coffee
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Let us go out this evening for pleasure.
The night is still young.
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mmm coffee
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