Decay in darkness burned to a crisp. She waited too long and the cereal was goner than bell-bottom jeans in the '80s were nothing compared to the man who walked in the bar wearing a kilt. Who knows what he had seen. Perhaps more than us all.
A Living Anthology
Decay in darkness burned to a crisp. She waited too long and the cereal was goner than bell-bottom jeans in the '80s were nothing compared to the man who walked in the bar wearing a kilt. Who knows what he had seen. Perhaps more than us all.
